You’ll meet the right guy someday.’ ‘But I’ve just started college!’ Angie Potter explained. ‘I don’t plan on marrying till after gradua...e school!’ ‘I know it’s tough, Angie. I went through it–am going through it–myself. I don’t go out much, but I still have the same pressures.’ He paused. ‘I . . . I sometime wish I could get married temporarily, so I could have sex morally for a few years, then get divorced if one of us met someone we really loved.’ He stopped to read her expression. Unsure,. ’ He would say anything to get out of there at this point. He just wanted to get to the auction. So after pounding a glass of milk, he grabbed a stick of string cheese, and headed out to the garage to meet up with his dad. His dad greeted him, ‘Good morning sleepy head. Ready for the auction? I have a few suggestions. We can go over them on the drive over.’ Caleb sighed, gritted his teeth, and got into the passenger seat of the red Ford pickup truck. Caleb’s dad had a lot of suggestions about. But she could recognize no one in the dim light. The cushions surrounded a circular altar about twelve feet in diameter and appeared to be white marble. Exactly in the center, a smaller circle, about four feet across was covered in red velvet.Brother Bob was standing on the altar in his ceremonial red and gold robe. He smiled as he saw Linda standing there, and with the slightest nod signaled for the coven to rise. As they did the harpist began playing. The twin girls each picked up a rope. Too many years of stale convenience store coffee had ruined my taste buds.‎I saw the five foot ten inch, or so male enter the room. At least he didn’t sashay in, I thought. He wasn’t so much feminine as just too damn clean looking.‎‎”Good morning Mr Rollins.” he said.‎‎”Good morning Porter,” I answered coolly.‎I watched as he poured himself a cup of coffee. The coffee had been a little cool when I poured mine, I was sure it was pretty awful by Porter’s time. The coffee sitting on the hot plate.