.. you know, waves and birds, and that kind of thing?" You mean you didn't... I mean... did you... ?" Lynn faltered, confused, almost half-believing h...is little joke. Her hope was short- lived."... get a few shots of you? Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. Only I couldn't see you too well, 'cause Harry's knee seemed to keep getting in the way. Still, I think you'll like 'em. They really make a statement. Very exciting photographs -- I, for one, really think they ought to be published."Lynn's. S*s: but for others they will think we are doing the same. Even we are couples.Me: we cont help it, its human mentality. What if they think we are kissing each other? We don’t even know them. Let them think what ever they want.s*s: how can you say that we are brother and sister?Me: so what you mean to say b*o and s*s can not kiss each other. Even I kissed you so many times.s*s: that’s different they ware smooching each other and as you said people ware doing other dirty stuffs. She almost. .. but nobody knew that.That’s all she used the wand for - making music. And she was very conscious of how often she brought it out and employed it. She did a lot of self-examination after using it, trying to detect side-effects. There were none, at least as far as she could determine. Eventually she began to doubt that the wand had caused her to fall in love with Bobby Pendleton. It was possible, she decided, that it had simply happened. Of course the fact that he’d saved her from Batiste had. She had floated into the house in a wispy skirt, layers of shimmering baby blue material fluttering seductively around her short but slender legs. She had removed an exquisite blue Pashmina and hung it across the banister in the hall, revealing underneath it a silky white top with tiny spaghetti straps. The outfit seemed to epitomize the delicate frame of the girl inside it, making her look all the more fragile and tantalising. He had kissed her softly on the cheek, although he had been bolder.