The neighbours will think you are my sister. Then I will drop you wherever you want, take the burqa and pick up my sister from college.”I smiled at ...his audacity and I was further excited on the scooter ride by the stares of men. Even the burqa was unable to hide the swell and swaying of my boobs and my sitting posture was firing the imagination of lusty men.When he parked his scooter near his home in a middle-class neighborhood, and as we started walking, he hissed under his breath, “Please. Those gloves helped control spirit weapons so I surmised that we had just been attacked by a spirit-based spell.I turned to warn the group of this and froze. Pteri was on the ground, not moving. Blaster lay next to her, partly covering the small form of the young Rogue. I turned to the quiet figure of the Prince and saw that his eyes were shut. Worse, the green seemed to be back in his skin, and all our magic users were unconscious!Quickly, I drew an Indigo potion from my pack and smashed it. She was very pretty my mother, and I guess I miss her. That may sound a little cold and callous, but I never really knew her.Hope, on the other hand, was another story. Hope is my best friend's mother, and I have had a crush on her for as long as I've known what girls and boys do together in the bedroom. It got very, very bad during puberty, and now, at the tender age of 17, it's finally levelled off. But there's a good reason for that. Hope and I...wait. Let me start at the beginning.Hope is. I eagerly opened it.Dearest Katie (or should I call you Catherine now you are growing up!)I hope you like my little surprise. Some of the things were mine andsome I got for you at the local jumble sale. It's great that people throw things out that don't look like they have ever been worn before!I was thinking of you when I got them, especially that party dress. Itwas a bit small for me, but it will fit you a treat.I hope you can keep in touch with me. I know that I haven't been therefor you.