Bunny let out a quietchuckle. He could feel her bright pink eye staring at him as if it wasboring a hole straight through him to see everything inside...."Whitney's husband? How amusing. I suppose truth rings clear even tothose who would refuse to hear it. Tell us why you're here, Thomas." I, uh... I wanted to... to join your group, and learn what you had toteach." I see. We allow any who present themselves to us to join our coven,and we enjoy bestowing our teachings upon others. I'm sure you. ”Then she looked at me and said, “You’re Irish, though, aren’t you?”“Full blood,” I answered. “Well, as full blood as anyone can be.”“Any witches in your family?” she asked.“No,” I answered warily, “but I’ve got a cousin whose been kissed by the Fey. Why do you ask?”“Irish and their Halloween witches get on my nerves,” she said almost angrily. “They think they invented witchcraft and everything has to be exactly as it was when Merlin walked the earth or when the Celtic Queens called forth their. "Uh—hello?" I said. She looked familiar, but I couldn't actually place her, not in my present state of alcoholic euphoria at any rate. "Do I know you?" She smirked."Hmm, in a way. Samantha was my student in pre-AP English last year," she said. "You're mister Harris if I'm not mistaken." Oh, yes, sure," I said. "Nice to see you." I was being properly polite, but probably not thrillingly so. She smiled. She was a pretty wench, I thought, as I tried to organize my thoughts."So, you come here. ......the pink one?" Hard choice," she replied laughingly, "what about the..........pinkone?" She knew my Mother's taste.I handed Amarjit the yellow trimmed one and took the blue trimmed pinkbikini out of my bag with my beach towel. Within a few minutes we stood assessing ourselves in our beachwear. Theyellow and pink matched Amarjit's golden brown skin and black hair almostperfectly."You are really beautiful Amarjit," I said, looking at her in admiration."Not as much as you," she replied.