It wound up around my neck and around my head. Then down my other arm and body. It wove itself into my new sweater and skirt so that now I was in a co...oon of mohair. I was looking through a slot in the windings around my head. I saw Lisa smiling at me.She proceeded to tell me she was a witch and had been working on this enchanted mohair for awhile. She knew I was the perfect subject for her experiment. She needed a sweater fetishist who could be so over come with emotions, sensual sexual. I concentrated on what I could remember from 1863 and the Battle of Gettysburg dominated my thoughts. It seemed fairly certain we were not going to get involved in that bloody chaotic mess because the Sergeants had already given us the unit emblems that we had to sew on our tunics that declared us to be members of the "Army of the Cumberland". I remembered that this large unit was formerly known as the "Army of the Ohio" and was not considered to be a top notch outfit.My choice of the Spencer. When Keith walked her to the table Sara was sitting there. Linda told me she wanted to walk away but Keith told her Sara just wanted to talk. Keith told her to just talk to her. That if she didn't want to make up with Sara she was still welcomed to stay with him and Megan. Keith left them alone and returned to work.Sara told her she was sorry and that Keith had even banned her and Danny from his place since they broke up. She wanted to start over mostly for Danny's sake as he missed his time. Apart from the memory game we’ve already talked about, everything we did together, and that you did to me, was something that I agreed to. Maybe some of the rest had an aspect of the truth, but it had more of the fears you torture yourself with I think.”As they lay there, the fire bathed them with heat, occasionally making a low popping noise. In the hall the clock ticked. A few minutes later the chimes sounded for the half-hour.“The things you said hurt me,” he said.“I know. That’s why I said.