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Chapter Eleven

He watched it burn in the backyard, he just couldn't keep it. A nagging feeling in his gut was all he needed to set it ablaze.

At first it didn't burn but he put in more gasoline and began praying in tongues under his breathe. In minutes the whole thing was consumed.

She was a special person to him, but he couldn't help the feeling that she was lost and in need of help.

She portrayed a carefully crafted image for everyone to see, heck he saw it at first. If there's one thing he'd learnt from his years in Hollywood, it was reading acts.

They had another date tomorrow, the last one was to a karaoke bar outside town. The music choices weren't horrible but they weren't great either. They'd spent time laughing their heads off at some horrible singing.

He'd done 'does your mother know that you're up' by Abba when he was paired with someone else to sing.

Symphony looked starstruck as he sang. He'd laughed so hard at her expression. Music was a part of his upbringing in Mexico. Which when he'd told her she'd demanded he danced with her.

A foul smell soon got his attention back to the present, it was coming from the ashes of the dream catcher.

It was times like these that he marvelled at the nativity of people, but that would be a conversation for another day.

Back in his room he showered and prepared for the night. He spent a good amount of time in prayer before tucking in to bed.

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The spell didn't work, nothing worked! So she'd chosen to do the normal astral projection and had gotten her answer.

He'd burnt it.

Just like that.

It wasn't meant to go up in flames, unless special magic was involved.

Was he into the dark arts?

No way, she would have sensed it if that was the case. She couldn't even blame this one on Honey, she'd assumed wrongly. But that was okay, she'd try one way or the other to get into his home.

She was due for leave at the Tribunal, so she'd have enough time on her hands to infiltrate his home.

Changing into her spandex attire, she threw on a coat and placed a cloaking spell on herself before exiting her apartment and moving to her second car.

The paparazzi had become a great nuisance to her since she began hanging out with Duncan.

Something she hadn't planned on, just like she didn't count on him burning the charm and it actually going up in flames.

She was just going with the flow which in itself was dangerous notion.

They'd still yet to kiss.

Guess she'd be taking the initiative the next time she saw him. With those thoughts she pulled out of her driveway and headed to the club.

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'Margaret Francis you were expelled from school for behaving inappropriately while on school grounds. Care to explain yourself?!!!', her father yelled at her.

Which was becoming a day to day occurrence in the house. Somehow she was always messing up and getting him angry.

Her most recent endeavors had began after that weird dream she'd had of accepting something into her.

She'd tried to be discreet but had failed miserably, once the urge came over her she had to have it satisfied.

'I don't know dad i-',

'You don't know?.. you don't know?!! You're barely fifteen! What are you doing getting randy with the other students?! No preference they said, you're doing girls?! Girls?'!! Under my roof!!!', he fell into a coughing fit.

'Daddy!!', she rushed to help him.

'Daddy that's not it, let me explain', she said when he'd calmed down.

'I really want to hear it Margie', tears filled her eyes. She opened her mouth to talk but remembered her father's wife was still in the room.

'Alone daddy',

'What? Why can't you-',

'Please', she whispered. Her step mum left them alone.

By the time she was done with narrating what she could remember before this whole thing started she was in tears.

She didn't know why she was doing it, she just remembered having a weird dream and that was it. She'd even had sex with teachers old enough to be her father.

'I'm sorry', she cried.

'Hey, we'll fix this right now. Let me call Pst Dan, he'd know what to do. That okay?',

She nodded.

It was fun at first but the lack of control was something she never anticipated, never planned for.

She walked back to her room and found Janice waiting for her.

'Close the door behind you', she didn't move.

'I won't say it again, close.the.door.behind.you!', she did as she was told.

Her step mother did a little spell and she felt something coursing through her body. She was looking at the image of every man's wet dream, and every woman's dream body.

'She's fighting me, this is becoming too tedious', she image said in a sultry voice.

'I can tell, why don't we make tonight extremely difficult for them?', Janice smiled at the image.

'Yes, let's', she felt it again before a punch of arousal hit her. She didn't seem to be able to control herself. Then she could.

But she didn't want to stop.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was wrong but she didn't want to stop.

Gingerly she stripped off her clothes and knelt before her step mother who was already.

Finally she gave up control and decided to enjoy the moment.

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