JamisonCopyright 2000 I hate the Smurf song. You know the one. "La, la, la laLA la, la la la la LA." I just hate it. Tim knows I hate that song too. ...hich is probably why hesung it to wake me up. I was angry at first, then scared out of my gourd. Evenbeing a sorceress, it takes a while to get magic flowing, so aman in my apartment standing over my bed in the middle of thenight was no laughing matter. Then I got a good look at his face, and my fear turned tooutright astonishment. After all,. Hair, nails, tanning booth, new clothes...just to look good for some ball player I'd never even seen before. Finally Saturday arrived, and she spent hours locked away in the bathroom and bedroom doing her makeup and getting everything just so. Finally, the door flew open, and out came my wife. She looked incredibly hot. She was wearing this very low cut top with a short skirt, and hi-heels that made her as tall as I am. She looked like one of the girls in Penthouse magazine, her 36D tits. There! More pulses. It looks like someone is testing a portal installation. It must be a bigone, the pulses are stronger than they should be." Drop down about half way, " Neal commanded. "Thatshould still be far enough away so that they can't detect us."The image expanded, as though their eye in the sky was swooping down on its prey. They could see now that thecanyon held a trace of greenery, and Phil thought that he made out a tiny sparkle, as of sunlight reflected from open water.He watched. "He ran away. He left me alone, all alone."I squeezed her tight, and brushed her hair away from her face. "Shh, It's okay. You won't have to be alone anymore."I pulled the sheet over us and held her until she cried herself out. Not long after, she fell asleep. I must have too, because then next thing I remember is the door opening. There was a fuss in the doorway, and little girl with light brown pigtails ran in. She yelled "Mommy! Mommy!" and jumped up on the bed. Marcy snapped awake, and sat.