I was picturing the possibilities at what aspell of forgetfulness could do. Perhaps it could make certain witchesforget their past grievances. If Gris...wald "forgot" that she was mad atme, maybe I could get away. I realize that's a big friggin chance I'mtaking. But what choice do I have? She clearly has other plans for me. Ihave to stay one step ahead of her. But first things first. The house. Isqueeze the letters in my pocket, and walk in the opposite direction ofthe living room. Another door.. She paused to watch Allison and Tina making out frantically. Seeing her filled me with guilt for not letting her stay and play, but her husband would be home soon. ‘Sunita,’ I said. ‘Yes, Master?’ she replied, again puppy eyes of hope. ‘You love obeying me.’ ‘I love obeying you.’ ‘It makes you feel really happy when you obey me.’ ‘It makes me feel really happy when I obey you.’ ‘Even if obeying me means you can’t see me for a while, you feel wonderful knowing you’re doing what I want.’ ‘Even if. "She's my best --" My, my," Grand Dad peeled Christi out of her T-shirt, too. "Kathy, this is one pretty little filly. You'll have to bring her with you when you come for Thanksgiving." But the smile suddenly left his voice, "I guess your mother told you that you two are going to have to do extra duty this year to make up for that foul up at Junior League."Kathy averted her eyes and began to tremble, "yes, Grand Dad, I'm really sor--" Oh, don't worry," the smile returned, "I haven't lost one. Feeling some trepidation about the closeness of the two men, she avoided making any eye contact. She also felt revulsion with their odor, which was a blend of urine and cheap wine, and with their appearance. One man was taller and bald except for an untidy fringe of brown hair, and the smaller man had long, dirty red hair. They were both unshaven and dressed alike, in stained suit coats and wrinkled pants with scuffed shoes. The pair looked and smelled and acted nothing at all like most of the.