“Yes,” I said smiling “Fair enough.” He pulls me in and kisses me softly but then pulls away licking his lips then he stares back at me holdi...g my hips an arm’s length away. “What’s wrong?” “You have something on your lips.” I lick me lips and think for a sec but I don’t taste anything so I ask, “What does it taste like?” “Not sure I’ve never tasted it before.” He raises an eyebrow, “You know what it is don’t you?” “No I don’t.” “OK.” He licks his thumb and runs it over my lips then pops. Except she was crazy. Well, that's a bit unfair, not really crazy, justobsessed with all that nonsense about magic, wiccan and whatnot, and shehad always been quite open about her beliefs (WAY too open, Lukeadmonished her in many an occasion). Over the years her obsessionalienated quite a few friends of hers, and when the male populationcaught up on her absurd fascination, they started to avoid her despiteher stunning looks and great personality. Not that she cared in theleast, since she had. They were private companies, rather than fund raisers for some charity,and they sold the secondhand clothes (and the new clothes) at a higherprice than thrift shops would. The used clothes were still substantiallyless expensive than they were when they were new, and the new clotheswere at about the price you'd see at a discount retailer. The big drawwas the credits. Not using the credits would be wasteful. That proved to be the telling argument. They viewed waste as a terriblething. Wednesday. The car drove towards the city and dad told me his boss had an offer for me. I was curious what that might be but I had a pretty good idea it was related to sexual things. ‘Your dad told me all about your new status in your family as an ‘honour woman.’ He also told me that he doesn’t like it that your uncle and some other people use their new power over you to abuse and torture you. Even though you seem to take all orders with great attitude and spirit and do perfectly as ordered no matter how.