"I've already registered for Selective Service." Well, that's just being a good citizen, son," he laughed. "There's more to it than that. Just don't...say anything for a few minutes and let me get this all out."He then sat there and explained a long story about our family that went back for generations. It involved a long-distance relative from somewhere in Eastern Europe that moved into Germany and then migrated to the United States at Galveston. I knew that part of our history. My relative. The wife was completely oblivious because she assumed the young girl was not at all attractive to her aging spouse more interested in full-bosomed matrons than immature teenagers with flat chests.The still attractive Mary McNally had even offered up her cousin as an ass up, head down substitute to keep her husband’s attentions inside their family household. The girl was admittedly lacking in grace and intelligent conversation, but she presented a winsome figure when down on all fours and ready. "I've never had a problem here," I said. "There are always people around so I feel pretty safe." I guess so," he said. "My name's Sebastian. What's yours?" "Gina," I replied. "Nice to meet you." Sebastian and I made small talk as we walked. He went on to tell me he was a widower and had lost his wife about three years before. He was sixty three years old and lived alone in a house near the outer boundaries of the park where we were walking. Sebastian was an attractive man, slim but. “Yes?” I asked.“Kate is expecting me,” the woman said as she brushed past me. She paused a moment, orienting, and then turned toward Kate’s bedroom. I closed the apartment door and followed. I wasn’t about to try to stop this lady ... I wasn’t even sure I could, depending on what she was.She pushed open Kate’s door and regarded the extremely pregnant witch laying on her bed. “Well, look at you, dear. Ready to pop, and still able to cast a missive spell. I’ve never seen the like.” She moved to.