Timepiece
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 9
Timepiece:9.
Holy Shit! The Taxes!!
I had no idea!
Wendy and I are supporting 12 Congressmen ... by our selves! Or ... the President, Vice President, Speaker of the House and the Sergeant to Arms ... and I can't even talk to them about how they spend my money!
If this were England, I'd have been knighted by now.
Wendy would have been Damed.
Dame ... knighthood for girls. Gives a whole new meaning to South Pacific ... there is nothing like a dame ... nothing in the world.
And tea ... Elizabeth would have had us for tea before the government reamed us a new one.
So ... she's 18 ... I'm 24 ... I asked ... she said No.
and burst out laughing.
"You should see your face," she said. "But, really ... can't we just live together?"
Hmm? Short busty Redhead (definitely a capital R with that) that wants to cohabit. "Handfast?" I asked.
She squinted and lowered her brow. "How long?"
"Year and a day?" I replied, "If we don't like it ... we don't renew."
"Where?"
"Go to Witches Voice on the computer and see what's close," I suggested.
She messed around looking.
"I've tried dot com, dot org, dot net. Nothing. Spell it," she said.
"IT."
"Smart ass!"
"W I T C H V O X dot C O M," I said.
"You didn't say that ... you turkey," but she was laughing.
Wendy typed it in..."Got it ... ooo ... great site. I didn't know you were pagan," she looked at me with just a bit of happiness in her features.
"I'm not ... I'm wicca ... there's a difference."
"Me too ... but not Gardnerian Wicca," she said. "Buck..."
"Buckland's Bluebook," we said together and followed it up with, "Llewellyn's Practical Magick."
"Yeah, you've read it," she said. "Where are your accouterments?"
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