Ben looked at his watch once again. It was the hundredth time he checked it since eleven PM. Even though he was eighteen, the bond he had with his mother was a strong one; some would even say it was TOO strong. But he was attached to her and wouldn't suffer if anything wrong has happened to her.
In fact, Jennifer's beauty was the reason all his schoolmates ogled her. In her early forties, she was a fit, slim and curvaceous blonde, always wearing her hair in a bob. Even Ben would sometimes be bothered by thoughts that were - so to speak - out of place... But tonight he was worried. She said she would have her fortune taken. She frequently visited fortunetellers. Ben always objected to it. Now, that it was getting late, he decided he will give her a call...
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Apkalan, the dark Meirennian witch, was known around the neighborhood as Lisbeth. Lisbeth the fortuneteller, the innocent eccentric who made her living by catering to the needs of the well-to-do housewives. Little did they know that in Meirenn her true name was feared.
Below her nice suburban home there was a secret place of worship, where she paid respects to Kamadora, the Goddess of Lust worshiped in Meirenn and in some remote areas of the Earth. In fact, she paid respects to her darker aspect.
When this Lightside wench Broian and her innocent teenage son moved in the neighborhood she knew she was in trouble. In fact, Broian left Meirenn before her son was born. Apkalan learned that Broian kept her son in the dark about her identity; Ben was convinced that his mother was actually Jennifer, a regular, albeit attractive suburban mom. Apkalan wondered how would he react if he learned his mother was a Lightside sorceress from a magical land? And how would he react if he learned of Meirenn itself, where relationships between mothers and sons were thought to be acceptable? Did Broian - pardon - Jennifer introduce her son to the art of love? Apkalan didn't think so.
Broian was a fool. She came here, to confront Apkalan in her lair, and her magic proved no match for that of a Darkside witch. Now Apkalan had Broian-Jennifer here in her cellar. Jennifers' belongings - her bag, her t-shirt, her shorts, boots, socks, panties and bra - lay strewn accross the cold floor, while the Lightside sorceress herself stood naked and tied to the totem of the Lust Goddess, powerless against her nemesis.
"You stinking bitch", she said in Meirennian, "You and your Darkside friends can only delay the victory of Lightside. Lightside will prevai..."
The blonde screamed in pain. Apkalan's whip was a perfidious one - it caused terrible pain, but left no marks, even when applied to parts of the body as sensitive as the Lightside sorceresses' breasts.
And then, in the discarded bag, the Jennifer's mobile rang...
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