’ After all, this whole setup had my friend looking like bait, and the note said that the kidnapper knew what I was.Not who, but what.Yet there was ...othing.Aside from the stranger’s odor, there was no heartbeat, breathing, or any other noises to indicate a second person was in the vicinity.Deciding to just get this over with, caring about absolutely nothing else except getting my best friend to safety as fast as possible, I finally took action, beginning to creep into the room while looking in. See, I told you that the online dating was a great idea,” Jess said.“I already knew him anyway!” Emma exclaimed with a giggle. Jess responded with a raspberry in Emma’s ear.“Details,” was all she said.“K, Jess, I’ll let you get back to sleeping. Talk to you tomorrow,” Emma said.“Ok, goodnight, Em.”The next morning, Emma was sitting in class, reflecting on her night with Brent. She was so high with giddiness that she caught herself smiling like an idiot in “Principles of Accounting.”She thought. It was then I realised how tall he was. I stood five foot three, but he was well over six foot tall, broad shoulders tapering down over a flat stomach to a slim waist, and a firm rounded bottom.We walked along holding hands, while he told me about Dijon, and I talked about Manchester. It was only a short walk, and he led me through the house, into the yard. Perfect privacy, a high wooden fence surrounding the yard, and a small bathing pool in the center, with loungers set around part of it.. For the next month I consulted every witch or Sylvan gypsy woman I could find, and begged or bribed them with purses of gold to remove my curse. Some took the proffered coins and might perhaps have done their best, but the end result was the same. Nothing. Some of the wise-women insisted that I was under no curse whatsoever, that my nerves had overcome me. Other insisted with equal certainty that the curse was quite real but too powerful for all but the greatest of magic to remove, but with the.