It was difficult to speak, but after several awkward moments I found the words. “You’re the cat I found in the woods.”

“We’ll, actually, I found you,” she said.

“What?”

“Have you ever wondered why you aren’t good with women?”

“I just thought it was because I need to get out more.”

“Well… maybe you do, but that’s not the reason; you aren’t an ordinary man.”

“I guess that’s true, but I’ve never had fire come out of my hands before.”

“That’s because you haven’t found the right woman. Someone like you gets power from someone like me.”

“And you are…?”

“A witch.”

“Aren’t witches supposed to be ugly?”

“You’ve read too much folklore. Witches spend their time in nature. We crave natural things.

“And that’s me?”

“It can be you, and the longer we spend time together, the more powerful we’ll become.”

“You know, I was taking you to the police station.”

“I know.”

“Well, right now I don’t know what to do.”

“Well… why don’t we go for a walk and get to know each other?”

“Okay, but what do I call you?”

“Samantha. You named me; don’t you remember?”

“Yes, but that can’t be your real name.”

“A magician always names his witch.”

“Don’t you want a hyphenated name?”

“No, what’s that?”

“Women do it to make sure they don’t have to submit to a man.”

“Witches are happiest when they serve their man.”

“But what about your rights?”

“Rights?”

“Yeah, women have rights.”

“But I’m not a woman; I’m a witch. I will clean for you and cook for you and have children with you. Just don’t cross me.”

“Cross you?”

“Once you choose me, there is no going back.”

And I believed her; there was fire coming out of her eyes.

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