Sharla Winslowe and her growing group of talented tush move into the Knoll and enjoy a wild New Years Eve bash of riotous pleasures.

    

Sharla Winslowe

by Christy Lake and Misty Dawn

Chapter 15

  

Part 40: Growth
Part 41: Different or More Changes

 

Part 40: Growth

Tuesday, New Year’'s Day was bright and crisp in City Bluffs. Sharla had joined the early part of the festivities at Turnbulls the night before but she had refused to Join Jenny and Terrie as hostesses. After the midnight mayhem had settled in the Eastern Time zone, she had translocated to the Knoll to be at White’'s side to ring in the New Year with him in the Pacific plus time zone. That would give her another four hours of party. Hey! I better start looking to the care and feeding…she told her so very excited self as she’'d located him in the game room of the Magician’'s Manor. Even though he seemed to be paying them little or no attention, there were three smart looking women eyeing him with predatory gazes. Eagerly she’'d began moving through the ""ether"", moving quickly, moving with firm determination, moving away from the crowd of well-oiled celebrants in City Bluffs, moving to be alone with her lover in Oklahoma. Tally Ho, she’'d cried silently diving to the rescue.

The small informal party, organized with help from Prue and Tony, held in the Manor’'s ""Great Hall"", was well under way, and though he knew there was but one reason for his being there, the Shaman Elder discovered he was having a good time, and felt it would be an interesting evening… but knew it would become even more interesting after Sharla arrived. They’'d decided, if reluctantly, that Sharla should spend most of the early evening with her family and friends in the Bluffs, and then, after hugging and kissing in the New Year with them, she’'d translocate to the Knoll to hug and kiss in the New Year a second time with White.

When she popped into the game room, her search coming to a pleasant conclusion, the shaman’'s back was to the psionic. A soft sigh of need escaped her as she watched him bend over one of the pool tables, his jeans drawn tightly across his very masculine ass. The redhead fully appreciated the sight of her love’'s well-formed male butt, just as much as any of the other young women watching. The witch, knowing the one before her was wanted by other women, realized again she’'d have to work at it to place her brand on it.

The man made his shot as Sharla appeared in and then stepped through the door into the room. The sight of her in feminine finery froze him in his tracks. While incredibly short, but very full, the spider silk skirt swished about the tops of delectable thighs that were gleaming, encased in spider silk stockings. His heart started to race, ""God girl, it amazes me the way you can just pop in and out like that."" Sharla was able to translocate in and out of the Knoll Complex directly, while it had proven impossible for others to do so.

""Me too, White. I’'ve tried to teach the others, but they seem unable to locate the wards to open a portal."" With a ""He’'s mine"" expression flashed at the other girls as a warning, she moved around the table with the grace of the sleek, jungle jaguar stalking prey.

Not only is this woman intelligent and a power to be reckoned with, her whole physical appearance is breathtaking, and that saucy ass is world class. He reminded himself of how tight it was as he absorbed the vision of the tall witch with auburn hair and hotly flashing eyes.

""White, is it a problem that everyone else has to access the Knoll through the basement door in the Winters’' mansion?"" The witch was all too aware of the potential of the power packed into the relatively small place. Volatile was the word to best describe the latent danger.

""I don’'t believe so…"" The warm smile he flashed her, reminding Sharla of an old movie star, Kirk Douglas, turned her insides to molten lava.

Even though her body felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption, her mind continued to work on what she thought was a serious problem. ""I tried to set up a separate portal from the back dock of the shop, but it didn’'t work.""

The Native American knew his love was wound tighter than a clock and needed some serious downtime. ""Hon, everyone knows you’'ve done the best you could to establish a secondary portal."" This was an ordinary industrial steel door that opened into a small four-foot by eight-foot entryway into the warehouse part of the store.

""White, if you close the doors and then pull the lever on the fuse box behind the outside door, another door appears that opens under the garage of the Winters'' house."" It seemed she could not stop herself even as wave after wave of intense need surged through her. Helplessly she continued her rambling dissimilation, watching as he casually continued his game.

The shaman knew all he could do at the moment was to let it run its course and take steps to get her mind to relax with a few days away from these tensions.

""And if you step out onto the dirt floor and close the door, you’'ll see another door appear. It’'s in the concrete foundation wall on the other side of that twenty-foot wide patch of bare dirt.""

When the game of Solitaire Pool was over, the hunky Native American racked his cue, and then looked a long, hungry moment at the redhead in her saucy New Year’'s Eve set, across the surface of the table, and then strode confidently to where she stood waiting for his attentions. He did not even want to try to imagine how spectacular she had surely looked on the dance floor in that ""disco"" getup. My God, those legs! I bet men were bowing to her all night!

""I take it everyone is happy and that not too many of the ‘'Favorite Food’' items didn’'t make it onto the banquet table?"" The hostess of the knoll had asked for, and attempted to order in, for every one of the magicians in the manor their favorite native food for the New Year feast, just as she had done for the Thanksgiving feast. The groceries and other supplies were delivered to the loading dock of Winslowe Enterprises. Incoming items were marked for either the Knoll Complex, or the Winters’' Kitchen, and then placed in the storage room on shelves or in the walk-in cooler or freezer. As soon as the people posting and shelving the items left the room, it was translocated either to the Winters Kitchen, or through the White Box to the appropriate storage location in the Knoll.

""Yes, and now that my favorite food has arrived…"" The man advanced on the girl and the expression on his face left her with no doubts as to his intent.

The young witch squealed as the Leaping trout scooped her into his brawny arms and indicating it was now their time to enjoy a bit of solitude, translocated to Sharla’'s opulent suite where they spent the best portion of the next twenty-four hours in that mammoth bed of hers.

Late the next morning, well tenderized following the night of amorous pounding, Sharla sat gingerly on White’'s lap at the table in the breakfast room of her suite. She was naked but for her mules. A spider-silk scarf held her wrists behind her back in a rather pretend tie. A second of the soft scarves acted as a blind fold to prevent her from seeing what White fed her, bite by small bite. Waffles dripping sweet honey and butter, cuts of fresh fruits and a variety of nuts.

Unable to prevent it, even as the sexy breakfast game progressed, even as White’'s tongue flicked lightly over smooth skin where drops of honey, or fruit juice fell, her mind continued to force her to ask questions. ""No, White, I really do want to know. Are the magicians cooped up down there in the Manor happy?""

""Girl, in any group so large there are bound to be dissenters. Some of the magicians are eagerly expecting to leave in three months, however many of them are anticipating, very much I think, an extended stay in the blessed shelter of the Knoll facilities."" He popped a large seedless grape into her mouth and groaned softly as he watched her suck the juices from the husk. This was something he could very well relate to.

""There has been a marked increase in the morale since they learned that their magic would work within the facility."" The Shaman presented his ""prisoner"" a fork full of waffle oozing honey and butter. Then he went after a long dollop dripped from the goo-covered food speared by the fork tangs onto the smooth floor of the valley between her voluptuous breasts.

Somehow the redhead was able to ask this between shivery whimpers as the man’'s tongues laved her skin.

""They understood then and now why they had to be applied by you as their Host."" Most of the Good Magicians had drawn their power from the background of earth or from that power generated by living things.

""Does it bother them that here in the Knoll their talismans and fetishes do not work?""

""I do not think so, even though the only magic present is drawn from that strange symbol you erected over the dining room door."" It was an oval with a W inscribed in it. It had a large cushion faceted emerald in the center of the W. On either side of the letter were large gems, one a ruby and the other a sapphire. ""They are happy enough just to know they still have the ability to perform their magic. Once the magicians learned the secret of it from Charles or Naomi, they realized that most of their abilities were returned.

""No more of the hor d’'ouvres, White. Feed me the entrée!""

""Sausage roll a la carte coming right up, m’'lady.""

""The computer queen groaned, both at the bad pun and the lengthy, fat ""sausage"" coming up between her legs as she sat there. ""Please, White, don’'t make me wait. I need you in me! Now!""

*****OoooO*****

Immediately following the organization of the Hotel Business Center, weeks before the press of Christmas, Karen Anne discovered it was necessary to set up an operational Internet Service Provider within the complex. With a borrowed DarnIt a lot of cables to network all the computers sold and installed within the complex were routed and laid. Karen and Gabriel were also working with David and Frank back in the unshielded world to set up another set of networks. They were discovering that a great number of the businesses that Winslowe Enterprises had wired up and was monitoring were in some way related to one or more of the highly impressed inhabitants of the knoll.

The result of this was that Miss Horcutt and Cousin Charles Winslowe, before he left on December 17, were projecting a doubling of their installed and supported computers each month. Orders on hand and information requests indicated the hectic pace would continue at least until summer. Hopefully it would level out at that time. Winslowe Enterprises’' new Computer Services Department had by the end of the year built up and installed three hundred twenty computers.

Re-evaluated estimates indicated they would have over twenty thousand computers installed around the country by the end of June 2002. It had been suggested to Sharla by Mickey that Winslowe Enterprise should begin looking into the International Market, possibly by the beginning of the next fiscal year. It had also been suggested that Christy Lake, a renowned consultant, might be recruited to head up the International Department.

Discovering that he had a real aptitude for it Frank had changed his course materiel for computer repair. The part time job at Winslowe and the problems set up for him by Mickey, using Big Momma Byte-Byters’' help had allowed him to progress past the scope of the two-year community college courses. Due to Mickey’'s ""subtle"" urging, Frank was now planning on working full time with the Winslowe business. After talking to the instructors he’'d been passed to the Dean to take the end of course tests and aced all four semesters to receive his Associate Degree.

Andrea was confused. Although she really enjoyed her class work and school related activities, she enjoyed using her magic and new powers to heal people and make things better. The girl knew that ""power implies responsibility"" and that was the crux of her confusion; was she ready to give up her teenage irresponsibility? Though she hated to consider it, she thought that she had perhaps already given up those teenage pranks and games she was so fond of playing by accepting Owl’'s commission. Reluctant to give up all that was teen temptations, she reserved Sunday afternoons for drifting about the ethereal regions while dressed in her incorporeal best.

One chilly sunny Sunday afternoon while playing in the ether north and west of the Ouachita Complex, she discovered a farm house that was suspiciously heavily warded. Flicking into her ""little chick"" mode, she slipped into the Spirit World to take a look at the farm from there. Among the various shades of grey that she perceived in the realm all she could divine from this poking about was a dome of intense black surrounding the area of the farm. With her curiosity piqued, the Wizardette returned to the normal realm and using the techniques Sharla had taught her while they’'d explored the Knoll, she projected her astral self underground and as she’'d suspected encountered no wards protecting the place from that direction. What she discovered then pleased her greatly and she withdrew without disturbing or alerting.

Jenny and Terrie were in similar straits. Terrie had talked Naomi into designing a classroom enhancement fetish that would affect half of a building. Once begun, they got into it and installed a fetish in half the classrooms in two of the university buildings. JC Griggs University had loaned one end of six different building to City Bluffs University for the use of the magic, the archeology and some of the computer science classes.

Coincidently, the talisman-effected classrooms were those the classes that the girls were taking used. When it came time for the end of course exams, they were reviewing material that completed the requirements for the next semester’'s courses. All of them had taken the tests just before the holiday break. What they had not realized was that the test was the normal End of Semester Exams. Across the hall, the lesson plans of identical courses were proceeding naturally, but to the total confusion of the teaching staff those students were clearly not as advanced.

Through his contacts Gabriel discovered that the farm pointed out by Andrea was the central training and operation center for the FCLA (Future Christian Leaders Association) that had been behind the attacks on the magic users in October, November, and December. The ""Ace Reporter"" then put the proper bug in the proper ears. The FBI, Texas Rangers, and Texas Highway Patrol soon combined forces to raid the suspected terrorist location about twenty-five miles north of Amarillo, Texas.

The ten people arrested in the mostly underground facility were in total shock. One of the police reports Gabe got a chance to read said that the man, who was apparently the Boss, was just muttering ""It is impossible! No one can get past our wards. The detectors spot and report everything. We are invisible!"" Over, and over, and over. The report indicated that this individual went into a coma before the ambulance arrived at the prison hospital.

Inside the compound there were collections of instructional materials teaching the cadre how to dupe and recruit people from the community and especially from church organizations and universities. Also found were copies of lists of targets. Most of the people on the master list had been killed, hospitalized for a long time, or disappeared. Most of the disappeared names were in the Ouachita Knoll facility, completely gone to the outside world.

  

Part 41: Different or More Changes

Gabriel Christian had been hounded off the streets because of his association with the Magic Story. Confidently he’'d told his Editors that he was retiring to a place where he would be physically safe and still remain in electronic contact. The editors provided him with a significant per diem and said go.

Since moving into the complex he’'d been working with Karen Anne in the new Data Center of the Ouachita Knoll Hotel and the booming Business Center of the complex. On discovering that he had a talent for computer related items he’'d taken some of the pressure off his love to become the principle instructor teaching new owners how to use the systems that were being sold within the complex. Curiously, no matter how hard he tried, he could not discover where the Knoll was physically located.

""Karen, do you have any idea where we are,"" the handsome rogue asked one afternoon when they had paused for coffee.

""Gabe, all I know for certain is that the operational time zone used here in the Knoll complex is one hour west of Los Angeles.""

The man with the talent for telling the tale just stared, as if trying to assimilate the facts.

""Most of us living her have begun calling it Pacific Plus one.""

""My God! Karen, that would put us somewhere out in the Pacific Ocean.""

The woman who had stolen his heart merely smiled and shrugged. ""Yeh, and ain’'t that breathtaking!""

""So how does it work?""

Karen shook her head and sighed, ""Gabe, I’'ve no idea how it worked, but all the electronic linkages are through a City Bluffs’' Time Hack, or four hours east of the Knoll.""

Prowling the complex in his teaching, the reporter often spoke with others living in the refuge.

When asked about their abilities, the magic users explained, ""there’'s something in the wards down here that affect the reception of magic and daylight.""

As far as most of them could tell, they might be in the center of the Earth or even on another planet altogether. To his consternation he seemed the only one in the complex concerned with the ""where"" and the ""how"" of it was similarly engrossing.

*****OoooO*****

Due to circumstances, concerning FCLA activity in and around City Bluffs, beyond their control, Jenny and Terrie had been forced to drop out of college and to quit working at Turnbulls. Though they were marked in City Bluffs, for some strange reason, the Future Christian Leaders Association (FCLA) members in New England did not have them on their target list, so, after Thanksgiving, she and Terrie were sent to her aunt''s house to provide on site representation for Janet and Sheila in their several businesses.

Just before the start of the fall semester, Karl had told Jenny he was going to take the academic year off and going ""walk about."" ""Gal, it’'s something I gotta do and a man’'s gotta do what a man’'s gotta do.""

""Where are you going, Karl?"" The blonde sighed. ""I dunno,"" he shrugged and then grinned sheepishly. ""But I’'ll try to stay in contact. I’'ll call when I get there and get settled down."" It was somewhat vague, but it was all he seemed willing to give her.

""Karl, I’'m beginning to wonder if you’'re ever going to grow up and take on some of the responsibility of adult life.""

Since a week after he’'d gone, she’'d received only sporadic messages in her Hotmail in-box from him. He was hitch-hiking across the continent. Using her Hotmail address, she sent him a long message twice and sometimes four times a week, telling him all sorts of happenings with her. The blonde made certain Karl knew of her transfer to Burlington before any of her other friends, magic and non magic combined. As his messages back were loving but totally uninformative, Jenny in a fit of pique, decided she was not going to just sit around waiting and wiling away her time. Damn it, it’'s time this bitch went out and howled at the moon! Tomorrow night!

It was warm for a mid-winter night, incongruous to the brightly lit and gaily colored decorations. It was one of those nights when the skin holds the constant glow of moisture, the kind that make it impossible to wear anything but the lightest of clothing. The first Saturday after Thanksgiving and their arrival in Burlington. Jenny and her friend, Terry had decided to go to this little place called Bernie’'s Bayou Blues Club down on the ""Main Drag"" that was explained, ""simply everyone that is anyone"" in Burlington partied down there"".

The ""strip,"" as it was more commonly known, was the hottest place in town to be on the weekend. It was THE cruise spot where everyone brought their girlfriends to show them off and where singles went to ""strut their stuff"" in hopes of connecting with a kewl partner to ""get lucky"" with.

Choosing her slinkiest little black dress, the one with thin spaghetti straps and the back dipping dangerously low, nearly to the dusky crevice at the base of her spine just at the tailbone--the cut of the dress made it virtually impossible to wear anything underneath--and given the mood she was in, Jenny decided to go with wearing nothing under except sheer black, top-o’'-thigh Stay-Up seamed stockings. This was to provide free access to her goodies, should the occasion arise. The dress hung almost to the middle of her full, shapely thighs and side slits allowed her long, well-shaped athlete’'s legs to show to the tops of her stockings. For effect, she twisted her long blonde hair up into a tight French clip, to gain the full benefit of the dress displaying her sleek arms and smooth shoulders.

It was a ""Fuck Me"" look and on entering the club, the stir the entrance of the two stunning blondes, one of them almost naked, nearly caused chaos and mayhem. They sat down at a table close to the dance floor and listened to the band play for a bit. Then, when they were into the third round of drinks and none of the available males had, as yet, approached either of the striking young women to dance. The spunky band kicked into a sexy blues number; the young witch was suddenly up. Off her chair and onto the dance floor in a heartbeat, while Terry just sat and stared in dumbfound disbelief, Jenny called back, ""Well damn it, I came here to dance, and I want to dance, so damn it, I’'m going to DANCE!""

The combination of the drinks that she''d consumed, and the just plain saucy mood she was in, caused all those ""ladylike"" morals and inhibitions, programmed into her by her mother, aunt and coven priestess, went right out the window. The dance she performed was nothing less than pure seductive groove. Blue eyes closed, suddenly alone on the dance floor, Jenny simply made love to herself in time to the sensual music as it filled her soul. In all the nights she’'d spent working at Turnbulls she had never once felt so wild and utterly wanton. Tonight she wanted…

The young powerful sorceress suddenly felt long fingertips running up the length of her slender neck, felt the trail of fire they left as they moved down, all the way down her naked back, all the way down to the base of her spine. It was the tip of a long sharp fingernail insinuating itself under the low-cut back of the daring dress, teasing the upper reaches of the dark crease folding between her full, round buttocks, which finally succeeded in bringing her out of her deep self-induced trance. He was an amazingly attractive older man. She knew his cologne was not of this realm. She''d met him before. They''d exchanged glances and then smiles, and not so long ago, little flirtatious looks and ""come’'nd get it winks.""

With firm shoulders that made her fingers itch to cling to as his weight pressed her into the mattress under them, and deep sapphire eyes that looked like fathomless crystal blue drowning pools against his tanned skin, she knew he was a ""Hunk from Hell"" and she could not have cared. She glanced toward the table where Terrie seemed deeply engrossed in a heated discussion and unconcerned with what was taking place on the dance floor. With a soft mewling sigh, she surrendered completely to this sexual being and gave her total self over to him without reservation.

Quivering, thrilled by the sense of danger this man-of-mystery exuded, the temptress trembled a little as she felt him wrap one arm around her tiny waist and pull her tightly, forcefully into him. The hardness of him surprised her. Matching the exotic moves the winsome witch was performing on the dance floor, he began to lead her through a series of intricate steps that aroused within her an awareness of female purpose that she’'d never before felt. One large, hard hand slid around her slim waist, came to rest just below her left breast. A surge of sexual anticipation surged through her loins when she felt his fiery breath against the skin of her neck. As his thumb ran across her suddenly hard, long, thick nipple, she groaned softly. Shockwaves of white-hot lust lanced into her lower regions, tore throughout her body. A low growling moan escaped her throat as submitted and thrust eager hips into him.

""You''re driving me crazy"" she whimpered in his ear. ""Please! Please take me somewhere and fuck me!""

Putting forth a most wicked smile and turning her face back and up to him, he chuckled. ""That is my intention,"" he responded. ""And we are already somewhere.""

Turning her slowly to face him, allowing one hand to move boldly under the saucy dress, to slide around her hip and then across to her smooth mound. ""By th’' Master’'s left ball! I do love the hairless ones!"" He leaned in to press his full, soft lips against hers, nibbling at them, while his thick finger began teasing her soft slit, already wet from the sheer excitement of what she was doing, of doing it in so public a place, now certain that she wanted was to soon to come, she whimpered when he told her, ""I hate getting hair between my teeth.""

Though certain that there were people, Terrie principally, watching—she dared not to look—she realized she didn’'t really care. Trembling with a need she had never known, she was fully aware that they stood very close, that some patrons could surely see he was fondling her humid sex. Yet, instead of this stopping, or even deterring the young witch, it seemed the possibility of an audience was adding fuel to the intense flames heating the cauldron that was coming rapidly to boiling down there between her legs. The girl utterly under his spell was helpless to resist. That he was going to take her right then and there was evident and her fingers entwined in his hair as his tongue forcefully parted her lips, began seeking hers. Bodies pressed incredibly close, Jenny could feel his excitement. It was huge, rock hard and throbbing powerfully.

""You know what I’'m going to do, don’'t you?"" he whispered.

Chancing a glance over his shoulder, she saw only Terrie still sitting at the table sipping her drink. Then, Terry turned her head, looked at them and mouthed, ""Have fun.""

""I will,"" she mouthed in return, then the initiate just smiled up at the stranger holding her intimately, intent on taking her in a public place. Breathless with anticipation, she nodded her head. ""Please? Take me now! Please?""

With his hand cupping her, with a finger fondling her, he turned her and guiding her by the arm about her waist, danced her back against the wall. Leaning back, lifting her face toward his, she welcomed the deep, passionate kiss that literally took her breath away. Sliding his other hand up under her short dress, he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Teasing with his tongue, his teeth nibbling at her lightly, she gave up trying to suppress the wild animal sounds bursting from her mouth. When his fingers pressed into moist center, she wailed aloud. He had her completely exposed to his hands and his thumbs took turns massaging her swollen clit while thick fingers took turns sliding in and out of her.

In brusque tones, he commanded, ""Take my cock out.""

Excited female fingers fumbled frantically at a fantastic, ornate four-pronged buckle, the snap at his waistband. It took her really no time at all to get his pants undone. To her surprise his pants did not fall to the floor, but remained loosely clinging about his hips. He was not wearing any underwear! ""Please! God! Put it in me!"" Then she could feel his hardness pressing into her, stretching the very fabric of her flesh to its limits. ""Oh my God that’'s big!"" Yet, even though she was stuffed to the max, she was hungry for more of him. The saucy coed wanted to feel him all the way inside her. When he suddenly thrust his finger deep into her behind, she felt her entire being launched into the first of the very first ever multiple orgasms.

When he’'d reached the peak of his finale, he lifted her very slightly, traded his finger for his maleness and said, ""Roll your hips toward me girl!"" When she had complied, he thrust his still impossibly hard male spike deep into her darkside passage. Entering into her fully in one expert move caused her to cry out again. Hard fingers dug into the soft balls of her butt, while hers raked furrows into the flesh of his back right through his clothes. In one brief moment of coherent thought she realized she was behaving like an animal, lusting for more of this plungering penis... and in public!

Then he was coming and she was screaming as inner muscles she hadn’'t known she possessed tightened reflexively over and around him, held him there as he exploded into her darkest recesses. Again she screamed aloud and wondered why he was filling her backside with molten lead.

Suddenly and with no more warning than a grunt, he collapsed against her, forcing her back to grind painfully against the wall. Moments later, as they struggled to catch their breath, he pulled his lengthy penis out of her backside. Finally he allowed her legs to drop and held her firmly upright when her feet touched the floor and her legs wobbled.

Once more he kissed her savagely, again dominating her very soul.

""Clean me!"" he demanded roughly.

The tempestuous teen looked at him in confusion.

""Get down on your knees and use your slut’'s tongue to clean me,"" he instructed harshly a second time.

Then, with no further comment and no argument, she fell to her knees and fulfilled his demands.

Moments later, he filled her mouth, the creamy essence scalding her throat as she swallowed. When she had performed the chore to his satisfaction, he said, ""Your Aunt and your mother have taught you well, Jennifer Blais. I will see you again.""

Suddenly as he turned slightly away as if to leave her there on her knees, the young witch started to giggle. ""I don’'t even know your name.""

""But you do. You have always known my name, Jennifer Blais.""

A sharp gasp escaped her as she recognized him and she nodded then, understanding many things, suddenly and completely, as if she had known these things all her life. ""It''s nice to meet you, Bel Har Kel.""

Then she was there on the dance floor, once again dancing alone. She blinked in wild disbelief. No time had passed, yet she knew it had happened; she could taste his seed and feel the evidence of his taking her. The demon’'s seed rested in her stomach, churned in her bowels, was trickling down the backs of her thighs. A hurried glance told her that Terrie had witnessed it all. Blushing furiously, she returned to the table and sat silently across from her friend. The young woman was withdrawn and restless the rest of the evening and made not the slightest objection when the others decided to call it a night. On the way back to her aunt’'s house, she wondered what this evening’'s debauchery was going to cost. Even as she bemoaned her acting the part of a slut, she knew she would not refuse him when he came for her again.

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*****OoooO*****

The girls of the knoll realized that when the mobs stormed Sheila’'s house they completely lost track of Jenny and Terrie as targets. This resulted in Jenny and Terrie being free to flit around the east coast, but had to stay away from City Bluffs. But then again, to the west, from the Mississippi to the west coast and all of Alaska, the pair of adepts could move about as they willed.

Wanting to take a quick peek at what the two youngsters were doing with and to her businesses during her enforced absence, Janet had prevailed upon Sharla to return her to Burlington via Sharla Translocation Etherlines.

After a look at the books, she and the two girls were sitting at the table in her spacious kitchen and the talk had turned to the recent events in Portland and Burlington.

""Ah! That flash of Blue light!"" A look of incredulous thanks came over Janet’'s clear, mostly wrinkle free features. ""So I have been given a new lease on life!"" She looked across the small table with a broad smile for Terrie and Jenny. ""Or to the massive confusion of a very wealthy and settled life.""

""That’'s a Twisty Tale that you two have told,"" laughed Terrie. ""Just one thing after another, with some demon magic and some super Sharla magic and even a crazy dude and a crazier gal tossed in for good measure. Like that old movie, ‘'Temple of Doom’'. You should write a book. It would likely be movie material even.""

""No one would believe it, but it’'s all true,"" chuckled the blonde as she spread marmalade on a quarter-slice of warm buttered toast. The slender blonde witch was one of those women who were always so hyped up they never needed to worry about being over-weight, even though she claimed she looked like a cow.

""Yeah, I suppose it does sound a bit like the writhing around of a boa constrictor,"" agreed Janet. ""Well, you two are doing a superb job over here. Just keep up this level and we will all be rich old dowagers in our old age."" A moment later she was gone, back to the knoll and safety.

""Now we just need to figure a way to get Janet the forty-five year-old into Mr. C''s bed, like maybe on New Year''s morning,"" giggled Terrie.

""I think that will take Sharla getting involved. She’'ll need to examine the magic. It will be something new to her. I don’'t think she has ever been involved with demonic magic, but from what I’'ve learned of her, she’'ll understand it. I heard her tell Janet to expect an increase of vitality and to enjoy it. So I’'m betting that Janet and Mr. C will party together and one thing will lead to another, probably a lot of petting on the dance floor and kissing a lot during the New Year’'s greeting… and then breakfast…"" Jenny’'s voice trailed, allowing her friend to fit her own images into the picture.

*****OoooO*****

Like any sixty plus years-old woman in good health and with good money, Janet dressed with an eye to comfort, her primary concern, but within reasonable fashion sense, displaying her assets was her secondary concern, especially now that Calvin Caldwell had entered her life. A very feminine person Janet prefers graceful high heels, three inches she deemed comfortable as well as reasonably feminine. And yes, she did enjoy wearing skirts, at least inside but she loved the Power Pantsuits for most traveling or business. Though seventy-three, she was very active, and had all sorts of places to visit and business to attend to outside the Knoll Complex, which she was coming more and more to think of as home.

The business woman portion of her ego demanded pantsuits, lots of pantsuits, in her favorite colors: Rust, Tan, Spanish Brown and blues ranging from almost white to the blue-black. And pinstripe suits, especially when she had to play with the Washington DC crowd of imbeciles. These she usually wore with a crisp white button-down-collar shirt with a ribbon tie clasped at the throat with a cameo or sometimes a flashy brooch with emerald, ruby, or sapphire, sometimes all three. To her delight, by wearing these gems, she had accidentally set herself up with the means to brook changes that Sharla had ""activated"" by ""linking"" her gems to a ""battery.""

This linking of her jewels served to relieve the need for her to draw on the male essence for the energy necessary to fuel her ability. For centuries drawing their energy from the male had been what the Burlington Coven was all about. Janet was part of that obsolete ritual.

Because Sharla had an ability to see magic working on bodies, Janet had been referred to the psionic by White. In addition to explaining her age regression, Sharla opened a new way to draw the energy necessary to power up her ability to perform Magic. The witch was amazed when Sharla showed her that the use of certain gems carried on or about her person would have the same effect as drawing energy from the male essence. Using the gems was also stronger and more reliable.

The redhead explained that though she did not fully realize what she was doing, as yet, she simply used The Power to do what needed to be done. The psionic used this energy to activate and animate her various operations, her wards, both the passive and the active, and all the other goodies nearly everyone enjoyed, and now took for granted. This was also the reason no one could locate the knoll. The power from her batteries was so steady that there was no fluctuation with the weather or the stars or whatever else the Black Coven might use to home on.

But, old habits die hard, and Mr. C was to become the happy recipient of Janet’'s talent and her tendency to follow undying custom.

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Mr. and Mrs. Whitefeather, who had been attacked and nearly killed by a mob, had become early residents of the Knoll Hotel. Naomi, after their fantastic recovery, had offered them the safe place. They had gladly moved into the Knoll and did a lot of the real medical treatments. Their MD licenses were valid to write prescriptions in Ohio, and the pharmacy, with a bit of Andrea’'s persuasive manipulation, delivered them to patients in care of Winslowe Enterprise. Charlie had come in with them and was still living with them in a double suite on the executive level.

  

  

  

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