We turned on final approach into the parking lot of a sprawling apartment complex, one of those pastel and primary painted buildings reminiscent of “The Prisoner.” I fully expected to see the white translucent bubble bouncing down the pavement. Mature sex Had she actually prepared both herself and her apartment for the evening? That was magnificent. Not what most people think of when the term is used, a genuine witch, she tells me, is one with the earth, in an almost Zen sense. It dawned on me she didn’t want to see my expression. She stepped away from the pool of cloth spread on the tile and around the end of the counter to face me. I was stunned. She had no qualms about taking things from them and making them do things they didn’t want to do. Rolling onto her back, she held her arms aloft to me and spread her legs in wide surrender. This woman, she said, was a witch.
