Her once homely self was all exquisite delicacy and sensuous curves. Had Moira been willing to share her discovery, she undoubtedly would have been ab...e to claim the high seat in the Witch’s Enclave. But renown was not important to this great witch. It was a matter of numbers: the more witches that knew of this, the fewer men there would be to serve her needs. For there was one unpleasant side effect to this wondrous breakthrough: as she consumed their life essence for her beauty, the men no. I sometimes thinkI knew them before I came here to the house, but I am not sure. Dr Anna andDr Stuart have explained they are my friends. They say they are my friendsbut I am not sure. I feel there is some reason why I should not trust thembut I cannot say what it is. They say that they are here to help me with my numbers. If that is so theymust be my friends. They know that I see the numbers and that I have to dowhat they tell me. They explain that this is good; that I will feel happy whenI do. She is wearing tattered green cloth, and is badly bruised and scraped. Her short brown hair is disheveled. From the creaking sound of her voice, it sounds like she hasn't had water for days.She puts her hand on the path, and stops from surprise, as though she didn't see it in front of her. When her eyes wander across your hiking shoe, she freezes, and struggles to raise her head upwards, looking terrified at what she will see. The two of you look at each other for a while.You wonder if you're. , so... , old. And you know... , not what I would you know... , be attracted to," Stacy concluded."Stace, if there's one thing I've learned, and this sounds so corny, is not to judge a book by its cover. Sure he's nothing to look at, and it's not like I'd be seen in public with him, but what he can do behind closed doors is really something. If he was a musician, he'd be like Beethoven with what he can do." Really?" Stacy said in astonishment."Hell yeah. For your first time you want somebody.