"I went home, worked out extra hard, had dinner, did my home work, and went to bed. I had a lot on my mind; in bed is where I do my best thinking. Sud...enly, Jack burst into my room,"Bobbie Kennedy's been shot."It was June 6, 1968; the presidential campaigns were in full swing, the democrats fighting to see who was going to be their nominee to replace Lyndon Johnson. I should have remembered, Kennedy had just won in California and had just finished his speech, when he was shot leaving the room. Cheryl allowed herself a satisfied smirk as she walked on. More men who like looking at me, she smugly thought.It was getting to be nearly dark, and Cheryl, having just a short walk before reaching her home, began to think of her forthcoming birthday when she would be turning seventeen.A car came alongside and stopped just a few yards ahead. Cheryl took no notice until the car door opened and she recognized one of the two men whom she had passed further back along the street."Want a lift love?". " You are much more than that," said Mora, removing her fingers from the soft pussy lips of the new queen. "Or at least you can be." Not in this world," sighed Merilee."We shall see about that," said the witch, smiling gently."Well, be that as it may, I can at least decree that you ARE my friend."The hag bowed stiffly again."I am honored," she said. "I will attempt to serve your interests as such."Mora was a fixture in the castle and had been so for as long as even the oldest courtier could. I’d eaten here several times before and Valerio, the owner, had always made me welcome. “Ciao, Stefano,” he said as we entered. “Come stai?” “Bene, grazie,” I replied. “Molto bene.” Then, glancing at you, he smiled and whispered to me, “Mmmm. La donna e bellisima, eh Stefano?” “Si, Valerio. La signora e Julie.” “Ah, bella nome, signora! Julie!” We laughed at Valerio’s Tuscan enthusiasm as he showed us to our table. Our meal was Italian at its finest, pasta, wine and exquisite dolci. And of.