<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Portal traveler<br/>● Adopted by witches <br/>● sometime nasty nurse<br/>● uncertain witch experimenter<br/>● Cosmo drinker<br/>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br/>● rebellious reactor <br/>● titillated; titillating <br/>   <br/></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Any juggler knows that you can’t juggle an even number of anything.  It does not take a degree in mathematics to count up to four.  The fourth being Wanda who has come forth (giggle, the night is like that—I find thinking ‘forth’ a stitch!)  <br/><br/>But not much examination reveals that we are not tied up in the match scenario—each person has three before her.  For the less sharp tacks, that is an odd juggle-able number.  (I am not saying I have an all-words approved vocabulary.  And I don’t have time to research the forms of juggle.)<br/><br/>Our girl who is the only one who started possessing a penis seems to tense when Wanda enters.  I look at the pillow covering her one part and then up to her face with a <em>tsk-tsk</em> look.  Perhaps I can get an award for Miss Congeniality: “Wanda.  You came, you saw . . . you conquered(?).”  <em>Giggle</em>  “Or do you want to start slow and choose one only?  Coming.  Watching.  Conquering.”<br/><br/>Next, I wonder if Chloe’s going to try to snatch the congeniality award.  Maybe.  Maybe not. <br/></span>