As much as I hated to admit it, I had liked kissing Paul."Are you mad at me?" he asked. His expression was hangdog.I didn't answer; not trusting what ...nswer would come out. Instead, I sipped more of the wine.What I felt, was that I had come within a hairsbreadth of fulfilling his long-time fantasy of seducing his mother. That's what it felt like to me."Why me?" I demanded."Excuse me?" he said."I'm your mother, Paul," I cried in exasperation. "Why would you want to ... kiss me?" I had almost. We talk about magic and physicsalmost every day. "Magic does not exist. I refuse to believe that theseclothes are cursed. Or that I am cursed." They why are you wearing them?"I fidget a little under her stare."Because, they feel nice," I admit."Maybe their feeling nice is part of the curse." So what if it is? Can't I just wear them because I want to?" And I've been wondering what else is caused by the curse." Such as...?" Such as... well... how much sex we've been having, for one. I mean, Iwant. But without knowing it, I've wanted to make love to her for many years.For most of the time I've known her, Penny has had a rather intense, commanding personality. She's highly intelligent and well educated, and tends to want her own way most of the time. Her husband, a very good friend of mine, has found it easiest to let her have her way in most things; as a result, Penny can be cold and hard when thwarted in any way. For years I found this harder side of her personality to be quite. I spent several minutes explaining what I knew and what I needed to know. The agent was blasé telling me, "We're not employment counselors. You know if you don't like someone, you should let them go."I said, "Please, look into this, as something is wrong that four men should come to our offices about the same time and none are who they profess to be. I'm sure if I asked my friend, Chuck Johnson, he would find a way to investigate these." Then you should ask this Chuck Johnson, I'm not your.