Magic, it seemed, was the process of gathering and internalizing the magical 'auras' that ebbed and flowed through the world, organizing them, and app...ying them to meet a goal. The creation of a spell 'used up' the aura, which John thought of as 'mana' in the sense that Larry Niven had used it in his Warlock stories. The parallel held to some extent; it was possible to 'use up' all of the mana in an area, preventing new spells from being created, but unlike Niven's creation, in Matthew's world. And his road side stand he has set up on the side of the road out in front of his house also does good business.I'm sure the fact that he's never been married, or the fact that he's right handsome with his dark wavy hair that has yet to see gray anywhere, (though it is a little thin on top thanks to the caps he insists on wearing), or the fact that he has long dark eyelashes to match his dark eyes has nothing to do with all the women who flock around the stand all the time. Some of them come. If this is what he looked like day to day, it was no wonder Kathy hated the younger woman. I doubt he ever looked at her that way anymore."You love her, don't you?" Lizzy asked. "Just like you loved her sister?" Yes," Stephen answered sadly. "I do." Then why are you sad?" Because... ," he hesitated, his brow furrowed in thought."Because she's going to die?" I asked."Yes," he answered, eyes darting to meet mine. "How did you know that's what I was thinking?" Because that is the nature of the. There was Cindy, standing about 5 feet inside the door, looking hot and flushed like she had been exercising. I looked at her questioningly.She grinned, turned around, and bent over from the waist. As she did, she raised her skirt up and displayed her gorgeous, well toned ass to me. She had no panties on so I could also see her pussy lips winking at me. I was a little shocked, but instantly hard. I stepped up behind her and put my hands on her ass.I grinned, ran my hands over that little bubble.