. what had it been about? It was fading ... Demie ... thunder in the distance... “Mowrr?”“Sorry,” I offered to my new lover, “It’s okay. I...didn’t mean to scare you. Tch tch.”My calming tone seemed to have the right effect and she “sheathed her claws,” so to speak. She promptly turned away and presented her butt.“Mew?”Kate, my unexpected witch roommate (would that be the correct word for someone who created a whole set of rooms attached to my broom closet? Well, whatever she was) had transformed. Cant I at least have a bra on so my nipples don'tpoke out?"She laughed at me and said, "NO way SIS! A hot girl like you should loveshowing off her nipples. That's a good look for you."I frowned knowing there was no way out of this.She said, "Good now that's settled lets leave this place. " She made mewalk in front as we left. I could feel all the men's eyes on my big chestand on my hips as I left the place. My hips swayed side to side like awoman's. It felt natural now that my hips had changed.. I have no idea how long he fucked me, or how long I stayed at my sexual climax. All I know is, when he did pull out the pleasure stopped. I was disappointed and tired. I fell right back to sleep. When I woke up, I found $900.00 on my nightstand. I figured it was tips from the guys and my midnight visitor. I put it in my safe, changed and went to the bathroom. I started to take a shower, I felt sticky, sweaty, and I could smell myself down there.I turned on the water, and sat to pee. Before my. Black flame.It was a Crúac ritual, to create the flame, one Beatrice had no idea how to perform. Whatever the flame did, Jacob insisted it was a helpful step in bridging the communication gap between their pitiful little physical world, and the great beyond. Smoke signals, was the analogy he used. But like all things Crúac, it wasn’t as simple as a drop of blood on a torch.Jacob tossed the torch into the bowl of blood and death, and without so much as a flicker, the massive bowl, sat upon.