."She opened her mouth to cut off Erik's suggestive remark, when suddenly Helen's normally melodious voice resounded throughout the entire cottage wit... an ear-splitting screech. Christine's blush drained from her face and Erik's head whipped about to stare in the direction of his bedroom door. The two began to speak at the same time."What the fuck?" He shouted."Mon Dieu! Do you think someone is in the house?" She gasped.Erik called over his shoulder as he began to rush from the room."It. " So we agreed to go the followingThursday after school. When we got to Cindy's I started to tell the ladythat I just wanted a trim but she stopped me with, "Don't worry aboutthat. Let me take care of everything." So Allison got in one chair and Igot in the chair next to her and the stylists got to work. Man, I didn'tknow why a trim was taking so long - after over an hour they were stillworking on us - like, starting with a shampoo, and then putting some goopon my hair, and then trimming it a. At first Julia was shocked, but soon grew to enjoy the promise of power over men, and after a year of further tutelage, Beatrice informed Julia of her families darkest of secrets...Beatrice, it seemed, was quite adept at the mystic arts, and wanted to pass the knowledge on to Julia before she herself passed on. Intrigued, Julia agreed to stay on and learn more, soon finding that the sorcery that her Aunt practiced was known as "Tantric Magic", which apparently would work well with Julia's. Amanda Powell was not the prettiest girl at Brooksville High School. She had too many freckles, she was at least three or four years out of style and her hair never quite seemed to be in any recognizable hairdo. But she was smart and pleasant and often quite unhappy.Except not at this particular moment I'm going to describe. What's happening in my happy memory is in a secluded little knoll of trees in the park a few blocks from my house. It's dusk and Amanda Powell, 14-year-old skinny virgin.