”“Oh, so you know High Wizard Starkey then?”“No not really. I just know of him and his reputation.”Yeah, a reputation that’s in the mud.�...Well, he’s my father,” the witch proclaims. “He’s looking over me right now as we speak.”Really? You’re going to play a card like that? What if he calls us out on it?“Oh, I have no doubt,” the man says, his smile still on his face as he moves just a little closer. “What about your friend?”“What friend?”There’s just one word that comes to mind... “The one you. “And on stage whenever possible.” This one gave him the giggles. I don’t know how high he was already, but I kept very quiet so he could concentrate on his driving.“Do this often?” he asked, as we drove out into the countryside?“No. No, I don’t,” I answered.“Sweet. Got a name?”“Kyle.”“Real?”“Yes.” It wasn’t. He, I’m sure, knew that. He also knew, I was sure, from watching me case him and his car, that I knew who he was—what his real name was.He pulled into another, larger county park and drove. There were several wigs but the long blond hair called to me. I slid on my knee high leather boots and snapped on my elbow length latex gloves. The outfit was the hard decision. Over time I’ve bought several and wasn’t sure what Joe would like best. I ended up just choosing a red latex dress with black trim. When I walked out of my room, he was sitting on the couch waiting for me. “Wow, you look hot as hell. What do you think about me? You haven’t seen me dressed before.” “You’re very passable. Sandy whispered, "Thank you," as they parted, and then scurried out the door.The Saturday morning of the party four large trucks rolled into the driveway. Moments later a cadre of workers, some in aprons and chef hats, started to unload various pieces of stainless steel equipment and set up a make-shift kitchen in the four-car garage. Several refrigerators made up part of the set up. A smaller van unloaded tray after tray of prepared food into some of the appliances.After an hour, the trucks.