Madison stopped gnawing on her pillow and said, “Well, aren't we getting a little pushy. Who says . . . ah, don't stop!"

"Don't stop what?" Heda asked not-so-innocently.

"Touching that . . . that . . . ahhhhhh," Madison let out in a long gasp, shaking as she orgasmed.

“You mean that?" Heda said, kissing the clitoral area and licking up some of the moisture seeping through “Hello Kitty's" whiskers.

Madison lay flat, almost as if she were contemplating making a snow angel.

“Phone sex ain't bad, but that's soooo much better."

Heda flopped down next to her girlfriend, kissing her while tracing the line of her jaw with one finger. Then she sighed.

"I suppose I'll need to head back to my room."

Madison made a grimace.

"I'd rather you stay, but I don't think I want to face your parents and Dad if you did."

"So, I guess I'll be going ——"

"I guess you should --"

It wound up being a little while before anyone went anywhere or anyone got any sleep.

"Heda, remember the whole ‘non-interference’ clause laid out when you told your brother about Madison's plan?"

Heda growled as she walked out of the third "black magic" shop of the afternoon, then climbed into Peter's car.

"Not really. I was thinking about how I was going to help." She grabbed her Mountain Dew from the cupholder.

“Why? What did they say?"

Peter rolled his eyes and started up the car.

"To NOT interfere."

"Good thing I didn't hear that then, isn't it?"

"Okay, why are we hitting these dives anyway? Not a one of these is a reputable dealer."

Heda tapped her head.

"If he had gone to a real magic dealer or teacher, we would have heard about it. His picture has been passed around to the whole community."

"But he could've gone anywhere."