I’m having fun, especially because my mother isn’t here to stop me from doing what I want to do!”I chuckled, “Same here. My mom was very diffi...cult.”“Mine was wonderful until my «fiesta de quince», and then she became deathly afraid that I would meet a boy and become a ‘bad girl’,” she laughed. “She was a few months too late!”“I was fourteen as well, and my mom was the same way. But like you with your mom, by the time my mom became concerned about it, it was far too late! So, did you become a. Strangest thing. I go to bed one night and the nextmorning I got hair down to my shoulders. I tell ya' long hair is achore, but you already know that, don't ya?" Er, true, so true, sweetie. Oh look at the time. I promised to visitthe Ole Perfesser's house in Spanish Harlem today and the afternoon isalmost gone. See you later, hon."Cat left the boutique and headed north in the PT Cruiser. Mick had noneed for it now and agreed to let Cat use the car - at least untilMicki looked old enough to. Gnashing my sharp teeth, I set about splaying the unicorn spread eagle. My clawed hands groped her heaving mounds. I didn't draw blood. I wanted Cherise to witness every minute of her pain. Then I slashed a wrist. Brackish blood flood, and I painted the binding spell upon her body.Her green eyes opened. She struggled to move, but the spell rendered her body immobile.I savored her screams of terror and waited for my Cherise to come so I could set her free.CheriseMy feet dangled into the cool. She wanted the baby more than Garth did, I think," Jen informed."Well, Pamela, sorry to have to break it to you, but Jen is the mother and she wants me to raise her daughter. It would be different if your son had treated Jen better, but instead he lost interest in her the moment she started to show. She has confided in me that she wants me to raise the kid, to be its father. Garth doesn't seem all that interested in the baby, or at least he didn't until now. That wouldn't be your doing, would.