Now it had and what's more, had begun to run forward. Stephan loved every minute of it.At the moment, he was trolling a bar. This was the third place ...e and Phineus had tried that night and they had been looking for two weeks. Stephan's friend, who had little patience with this hunt, was already becoming discouraged and his fidgeting was becoming a distraction."Hey, Phin," the blond head turned and thickly lashed, azure eyes regarded him. "Why don't you go see if you can find someone to play. If the voice doesn't get better, go back and see Edwards."I had been out of the hospital two weeks and back to work for a week. I felt like crap on the soft food diet. I wanted red meat, but they wouldn't let me shove it down my throat yet. It wasn't like I wanted to swallow an Italian sausage without chewing. I just wanted a McDonald's hamburger. I had no reserve energy at all. It was a good thing I was a process server, not an athlete.I was ready to open the door on the minivan when my cell. The one with the truly irresistible power to shift nominally immovable objects, like now, when I’m caught between a hard place and a rock.Nominally means in name only. Like 2x4 lumber. Measures actually, one and half inches by three and a half inches. Or politicians in their chosen party affiliations.If true irresistible force met true immovable object, something would have to give!Probably I’d be ground to dust. My champion is a true champion, my Mama Ava.“Those are lovely thoughts, my darling. A beautiful and voluptuous young woman entered, an urgent look in hereyes. She smiled slightly when she saw the clerk and let out a breath,but the look in her eyes remained. "Uh, hi," she said. "Sir? Do you remember me?" "Of course I do," he replied. "You're Tiffany." "Yes, but do you REMEMBER me?" she asked in a desperate voice. "Of course I do," the clerk repeated calmly. "The spell does not affectthe memories of the caster or the recipient. You are Tiffany, but youused to be.