Yet she kept going to the games, and kept imagining him brining her back to his apartment and imagining his long, muscular body. Finally, after one of...the games, she decided that she would give him a chance. “Hello again. Are you going to tell me your name this time?” “My name is Carmen.” “Why do you come see all of my games? You’ve been here almost every week since the start of the season.” “I don’t know. I like basketball I guess.” “Is that so? Well anyways, me and some of the guys are going. "Is there no way?"The witch grew thoughtful. "If a noble is willing you may exchange yourlife, your body with theirs. But they must be willing!"Gretchen did not consider this very likely. She went back to the estate.A few days later she was considering where she would move when she foundthe Graf collapsed in his library ready to kill himself with a pistol.She knocked the weapon from is hand!"Are you insane, Herr Graf! That is a mortal sin again god and motherchurch! And why, you who have. I dared to look in this goddess's eyes and the grey blue eyes looking back turned me to stone from the force of their splendor. She was the definition of beauty."So are you just going to stare in the window all day?"That is exactly what I wanted to do, but her admonishment allowed some small part of my brain to reinforce the rest of the brain that I was making a fool of myself."I am sorry, I will be leaving now." As I turned away from my goddess of beauty, I couldn't let my audience with her. " she hangs up the phone, while I stare at my phone,realizing that I'm awake and that it is a real emergency.I switch on the bed stand light, grimacing as the bright light burnsinto my eye sockets. Jumping to my feet, I pull on my jeans and grab aT-shirt. Within two minutes, I'm running out the door, pausing just longenough to leave a note for my parents on the kitchen table so they willknow what occurred and why I'm not home in my bed.I drive my souped up pickup truck as fast as I can,.
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