“Turn around”, only two words, but spoken with a gentle forcefulness. Immediately, she turns around, limbs trembling with terrified excitement.The...feel of his fingers gripping her elbows startle her, “How did he get over here and not make a sound?” she wondered, not realizing the fog of lust and fear she was consumed with had all but dulled her awareness of her surroundings. His fingertips, pressing into the small of her back, sliding upwards ever so softly. The shaking ... her eyelids. That kind of thing." Is it a hobby?" I asked."No, it's a commitment. But for good not evil." I'm sorry, I just have to ask this question. If you cast spells of health and protection, how did you manage to bust your leg?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face."My ex boyfriend and I were skiing and I cast a protection spell on him. We both were in the same accident, but he was unhurt. I got this," she said, pointing to the cast."How long ago did this happen?" Four weeks this Sunday," she. I was only thinking about my mom. I was waiting for her visit. For the first time I went to railway station to receive her. She smiled at me by seeing me. I went and hugged her and asked her how she is? From there we went to our room where I was staying. She asked me about my studies. I said every thing was going fine. She went to bathroom to freshen her-self. After sometime she came out of the bathroom and was combing her hair and I went and hugged her from back and started talking.I asked her. Her father was as black as an ebony piano key, while her mother was a frail and ivory-pale neighbor to the sharps and flats surrounding her. Of course, Tessie had no conscious memory of her mother, but she would scour the old photo albums looking at the many pictures there were of her before death had robbed her of her youth and vigor…and child. Every day of her life she would curse fortune for depriving her of her right to a mother.At least there were a lot of pictures. Her father had once.