A smile crossed my face as I thought about Jenny, the last of those partners, and then disappeared as I pondered the situation in which I found myself... I’d bewitched Jenny — binding her affections to me with a bit of magic I’d learned from my girlfriend, Stacey. Objectively, it was wrong to have done it, but I hadn’t precisely intended her to be a sexual partner when I’d started. Having seen, up close, how much Jenny enjoyed being with me, I couldn’t regret it, but the thought that she’d lost. “Klara, you are well aware that your sister and I have a very special relationship. I will admit that it is also somewhat of an unusual relationship. However, it is one we mutually decided upon and agreed upon after some very long and honest conversations. Interestingly enough, the first time that she and I actually acted upon that relationship it was over her handling of money. When we finally did agree as to how our relationship would be we came to an understanding. I explained to her. The older sister, Rebecca, was a stately and stylish woman in her mid-thirties who had already outlived two husbands and now owned scores of slaves and hundreds of acres, all being tenant farmed. I guess you would say she was "handsome" rather than beautiful, but she had a strong body and a lusty, brandy-whetted appetite. She particularly liked to do it standing before a fruitwood-framed, bevel-edged, full-length mirror, but because of the cool weather, we usually ended up on the rug near her. But she didn’t answer.Emboldened, I started calling, “Good morning, señorita!” each morning.She would nod and keep walking, but never answer.Then, one morning, when I stepped out onto my patio, something felt different. The day was different, or the air, or the sun, or the sea. I couldn’t tell what it was, or how I knew, but I knew…something…was going to happen that day.Then I saw her walking up the beach. It was early for her, which surprised me. And she looked as if she was walking straight.