I had pictured him as a middle aged, balding, unshaven, fat guy. I expected to see a ball cap, old jeans and flip flops or work boots. Nothing could...have been further from reality. He was tall, muscular, clean cut, and polished. He had jet black thick perfect hair, jade green eyes, full sensual lips, and a smile that just melts you from inside out. His voice was deep and masculine, but smooth, melodic, and warm. He didn't have an accent that I could pick out, but he spoke with confidence.. The glow brightened and soon an aura of the same colored light surrounded them. As soon as it started, the chanting stopped. She then opened her eyes, pointed her hand to the sky and said “Fortegio”.The light shot from her hand like an arrow and the three watched it race up into the sky until it was out of sight. A few seconds later the sky burst full of the same color as her hand had been and they watched in horrified fascination as the full moon overhead began to change color. The moon went. We got comfortable sitting around watching the latest Hitchcock movie, have way through we were all on pins and needles as to what would happen next, when suddenly there was a brown out. These things happened often, at this time of year, and always at the most inconvenient times. Gary produced a candle, the light wasn't very bright but was like a hundred watt bulb in the darkness. As we sat there Mike produced a bottle of wine, that they were saving for a special occasion. Gary said 'nothing. The lights, the music (karaoke music is always so loud as if the volume can make up for lack of singing ability), the chatter of patrons, the sudden going from lit sidewalk to dimly lit club almost seemed surreal. I saw male and female couples, a table full of men laughing at something on one of their phones, a few groups of women, as well as quite a few gurls like myself.I had almost expected everyone to stop what they were doing, gawk and point at me, but that didn't happen. I did, however,.