She couldn’t imagine herself ever being married, it would certainly not be to one of the poor little rich boys in this town who would end up working...for their fathers and go to their graves still living off the family money. She had to be honest with herself, she had once enjoyed this world. College had changed her. She had not been turned into some sort of left wing Moonbat at the exclusive New England university at which she matriculated but her view of the world had changed dramatically.. I was trying to show her I was turned on without letting her know I was trying to let her see. She shifted a little when I mentioned her tits and how I think they must feel good. She said I was getting a little forward and although she was enjoying it, she mentioned it was inappropriate. So we left it at that. Later on that night, as with every weekend, we had a party. And like clockwork, my buddy took her out and away from the drunkin guys in the house. This time when they came back I. I was highly excited about that day’s happenings. Another half an hour for manicure pedicure. When I left it was evening and was getting dark. Just five minutes of driving it started raining heavily.I was cursing myself for having brought BMW. The visibility was very poor. An oncoming truck light fell on my eyes and when I opened I had already hit a bike rider. He had fallen down on the road but due to rain public did not gather there. I got down in rain and went near him. He had to be helped. Cassy: Then why come talk to me? This will surely anger other fashion-witches.Evelyn: That won't matter. At least, very soon it won't.Cassy: Alright. Fine by me. So where do you want to start?Evelyn: With the basics of course. There the most misconception lie.Technically this name is misleading. As are many other things that arecommon knowledge. The truth is obscured. Either by mistake, wrongobservation or on purpose. But tell me. How would you describe fashion-witches?Cassy: I guess fashion.