Mom's answer gave me more certainty that what I had guessed was true."But Charles claimed she was weak in magic?" I tested."That might well have been ...he case. My mother was weak in both magic and in 'the power'. She put it down to the effects of being a cross-over."It sounded plausible to me and my excitement was growing."Brenda, what's your Grandma's second name?" Barnes," she replied. "Oh! You're not suggesting ... No! That's simply not possible." Why not? The King told me the other day that. His eyes darted everywhere over her body. He narrowed his gaze and stared at her.Nothing. Not a single telltale wisp of inky black touched her anywhere. No darkness clung to her body. All he saw was Cassie and nothing more.Jason continued following her, though now he dropped back. Cassie stepped into another classroom near the end of the hall and disappeared from view.He doubled back the way he came and rushed over to the auditorium, where Melinda and Heather were again already waiting for. Faith let out a satisfied sigh and pushed Dawn away. "You were pretty smokin' yourself, k*d." She handed Dawn's towel back. "Thanks. I needed that like you would not believe!"Dawn looked at the towel blankly and put it back down. Faith pushed it back into her hands. "Go on, Brat... the ride's over!"Dawn looked up at her, confused.Faith got up and started getting dressed again. "Shoo! It's not a sl*ep over!"Dawn's eyes watered. "But... can't we..." No. Dragging things out ain't my style. If. As she placed her undergarments on the counter she gazed at the mirror, her reflection furthered her thoughts of passions with Bret, her 5’5” figure still held the beauty of a teenager, though she was now 26. She raised her hands to cradle the softness of her full firm B size breasts, the smoothly textured areolas barely pink against her light brown skin, the nipples set almost flush to them when not aroused were beginning to swell with the thoughts now running through her head. Her fingers.