<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.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;">One thing I’m not going to do is explain to EM that girls are like irons, taking some time to heat up.  My friend Verna was told that and now she has to overcome that image—thanks Mum!<br/><br/>EM is raring to go.  She wants to be off and speaking of ‘off’, it sounds like she wants to get off.  All due speed EM.  <br/><br/>Magically, there is a wrap of our leftover pizza and the bill has been paid.  <br/><br/>This is like some effing horse race.  The starting gate is about to open and, next, they’re off!<br/><br/>I stand.  I can see the hostess speaking to the next group—our table is indicated as open to them shortly.  Here’s what I can imagine: I, actually Chloe and me, look over the side of the cliff, then we just jump off, taking a dive into the unknown.  Of course, EM is holding our hand.  It’s unclear whether she’s jumped first or follows.<br/><br/>“M-kay.  So let’s go.  Sounds like a plan, of sorts, . . . I guess.”  Casual is key here—mentoring, mentoring, mentoring!<br/></span>