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It was one of those days when she just couldn't get an old lover out of her head.
Try as she might, thoughts of the way he used to touch her just wouldn't stay quiet.
It was all she could do to make it through the day at work.
The ride home seemed to take forever as sweet memories continued to distract her.
At home, she tried to nap, but her restless mind and a growing desire wouldn't allow it.
She draped a scarf across her eyes, and happily surrendered to her fantasies.
She lived alone on the outskirts of town. Rumor had it she was a witch.
A rite of passage for the local young men was to knock on her door after midnight.
The brave souls who did weren't seen for several days.
None of them ever uttered a word about where they'd been.