Alicia unpacked her day bag, carefully hiding her practice uniform and placing her new dagger atop it. Fortunately, even her mother wouldn’t dare vi...olate the small cedar chest where Alicia kept her diaries – and what Gwen mirthfully called her contraband. As Alicia placed her silken pouches and spellbooks into the chest, she found her fingers lingering on the new book Gwen had given her. The spells almost seemed to be calling to her to learn them. Her cheeks warmed as that call carried with it. I forget the number of our home.Years ago I could still recall our telephone number as mom made sure we all knew it by heart.I'm not sure why those numbers won't pop in for me. I am a numbers freak. I will glance at numbers and can easily recount them hours later. A phone number. A license plate number off of another vehicle.My therapist had a little test to do with determining my level of anxiety/depression. Starting at 100, counting backwards by 7's. I started doing so, then realized she. I was glad when she pulled them down to fit as they were meant to. However, before another thought could run through my mind she moved her left leg, propping it against the back of the seat, opening her legs.She has to know what she is doing. I thought. Her shorts were so loose I could see her cunt lips as if she had nothing on at all. She sure didn't have any hair since she had shaved it off. Her lips were opening up like two pieces of tape being pulled apart until I saw what looked like her. Our Senior Prom. Sharing Bethany and Kathy. College. Sharing Bethany and Pam. Punching Gene. Trying to be a couple. The accident. Andrew. The break up. Our weekend in Kohler. Nick. The funeral. The sheer emotion of those memories caused my head to spin and my knees to grow week.“Steve? Steve?” I heard Bethany say through a slight fog.I recovered after a moment.“Sorry. I just got a bit dizzy.”Bethany took my arm and carefully led me back to the bedroom and had me sit on the bed.“What happened.