Com1I do not own the TV Show Charmed or any of its characters. I write for fun and receive no monetary gain from the writing of this storyThe Christma... Ball Room overlooking the San Francisco Skyline was nearly full. The pretty long brown haired witch swished and swayed from side to side displaying her round shapely bottom packed into her black corduroy pants. Prue Halliwell found herself in the presence of "Panty Santa at the hip party, which was being attended by her sisters Piper, Phoebe and. " No need to rush off on my account Tom." Why not? You want me sitting here so you can point me out to your friends? I can see it now. "Don't look now girls, but see that pervert at the end of the bar? That's my ex." You are never going to forget that are you?" Why should I? It is what you were thinking when you said it." Oh come on Tom; you know I didn't mean it that way. I have to go potty. Watch my drink till I get back and then I'll take you over to the table and introduce you. Two of the. The second man was flustered."You don't know who you're dealing with," he said in a voice that came out suspiciously like a whine. "My father will kill you. Ralph Bellamy owns this state." A lot have tried that and a lot of men died thinking that," Jim answered. "Men with a lot more balls than either you or your dad, I'll bet. Yet here we are. Now either you do as Jacob said, take your stock back through the fence and get on home or we'll send your body back to your old man."Jacob cast a. “Hate anything Italian. Have done since World War Two. Good job they strung up Mussolini from a lamp post, that’s all I can say,” she barked. Never before had I heard such a virulent condemnation of cooking with pasta. I was about to beat a hasty retreat when she added: “I’ve got a home-made cottage pie you can have. But its tofu, not beef.”“Thank you. That would be wonderful.” Supper sorted, I accepted my neighbour’s invitation to share a drink in her kitchen, ‘A drink’ turned out to be two.