" Guys," Alex got up and dug in his case. "I've got something here I want you to look at. See what you think... I asked Will to lend me a couple of sk...tches the other day and I took them and scanned them and played with them a little with one of my graphic programs."He handed around several envelopes made of thick, quality letter paper."Take a look at the paper inside these envelopes and tell me what you think."They pulled the sheets from their coverings. Each was heavy, high-quality rag letter. She had talked about him frequently enough over the last few weeks. He was called Samuel she seemed to think. Or was it Michael? Her memory wasn’t what it used to be. Not that she could ever forget the night Aaron was killed. Her blood ran cold and she shivered at the painful memory. He seemed to sense the chill in her and he pulled her into the circle of his arms. ‘Don’t think about that now,’ he told her, his chin resting on the top of her head. That was easier said than done however. She. . What are you saying?” I asked. She finally shook that stubborn look off her face and realized what she said, instantly replying “ Nothing! Forget I even said anything! Lets just forget this! Please!” She begged. I was now totally and completely mind fucked… I just nodded, got up, and walked back to her brothers room and laid down. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t so I decided to meditate. As I sat there meditating over all that had happened I couldn’t help but think about what she had. She is originally from New Orleans and she is skilled in the ancient practice of Voodoo. She cast her spell the moment she met Shaw. Her pussy twitched and almost moaned aloud when she saw him exit his car. Her first thought was " I'm going to make him completely mine. He will worship my full breast, he will kissed my shaved pussy, and suck my full lips one at a time. He will smell my deep, musk scent and it will entice him to bend to my needs and wants. I will make him ashamed to brag about we.