Carol was asked to take some supplies to the church. Being on her way home, she agreed. She pulled into the parking lot to see the sheriff's car. Was there trouble? She went in with the box to find the sheriff getting up off his knees at a stand where there was now one candle burning.

The priest was coming down the isle between the pews. "Hi, sheriff," Carol greeted with a smile.

"Hello Carol," he said with a nod and made his way out.

Carol told the priest, "Here are the supplies you ordered. I was coming this way so I brought them."

"Thank you so much, dear, you have saved me trip," The old man said with a pleasant smile.

Carol looked over at the candle and asked, "I didn't know the sheriff was religious."

The priest raised an eyebrow and said, "If he is, he keeps it to himself. I only see him once a year, same day, about the same time every year. He comes in, lights a candle, wishes someone a happy birthday, then he leaves. He's done it every year since he's been sheriff."

"That small alter is for birthday wishes?" Carol asked.

"No Ma'am, it's to pay respects to the ones who have passed on."

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Carol left the church filing away this piece of information. She had been nice to him, and although he was very evasive she could tell he liked her company. She'd bring him doughnuts on Saturdays and stay to drink some coffee and have a doughnut with him, He was always pleasant with her, but also very guarded. Now, she found out someone had died, and every year, he lit a candle on that person's birthday, even though they had died at least 20 years ago, by how long she knew he'd been sheriff of this town.

Just the thought that he would be so devoted to someone made her eyes tear up. He must have loved them very much. Was that why he was so standoffish? He missed this person that much? Had she been his wife? She really wished she had a man who could be so devoted to her.

Had anyone ever tried to help him deal with this loss?

Carol decided she was going to try, at least get him to go to a grief counselor. Working how to bring this up to him as she got home, she was wondering if a firm, take no excuses attempt would work, or if she should bring it up softly and try to coax him into going to seek help.

Her mind quickly shifted gears when she walked into the house. Joan was sobbing heavily, Bob asked, "Sure you want to go home? You need to get to a hospital!"

Carol ran into the bathroom where she heard them. On the floor there was a spattered trail of blood from the back door to the bathroom. Bursting into the bathroom, she saw Joan on the toilet, a pale faced Bob was holding onto a blood soaked towel, his hands wrapped around her arm, it looked like just below her elbow.

"What happened?" Carol cried.

They both looked at her, the anguish on both their faces was plain to see.

In a whine, Joan pleaded, "Please, take me home. I need to go home!"

"Let me see…." Carol said and reached for the injured arm.

"No! Just take me home!" Joan cried and tucked her arm to her belly, Bob still holding a tight choke hold on her arm.

"Call Mom, or Dad, please?" Joan whined.

Carol got her phone out. "What should I say happened?" she asked.

Wincing Joan said, "I got careless and an alligator grabbed my arm."

It was then Carol noted she still had her mermaid tail on. "OH God," Carol whispered. By the shape under the towel, it looked like she still had her arm, but it was most likely horribly mangled. It might have to come off anyway. She thought about calling 911 for an ambulance, but a car would be faster.

Carol asked, "Bob can you get her in the car?"

Bob nodded. "Is it OK to let go?" he asked Joan. She nodded.

Bob put an arm around her back and the other under her knees. When he lifted ,Joan tilted towards the sink, the side her injured right arm was on. She quickly tried to help by slapping her arm on the sink. The towel flew away.

From the raw end just below her elbow her entire lower arm and hand was bare bloody skeleton. Bare silver skeleton. A tourniquet was tied tight right where the last of the raw muscle showed. Carol screamed.

"Mom! Get the towel!" Bob cried as he lifted Joan and stood up, holding her in a brides' carry.

Carol reacted to the horrid sight before her. She dropped to her knees and puked on the floor.

"I'm sorry!" Joan cried and sobbed as she managed to filing her useless arm into her lap. "Bob, take me home!"

"We're going," he announced. He carried her out to the jeep. Luckily he was able to reach the door handle and get the passenger door open. Only he was holding Joan the wrong way, she was facing backwards.

"I can get in," Joan blubbered, her face still streaming tears.

Bob carefully put her down and helped her get seated then put her skeletal arm on her lap. "At least it's not bleeding any more," he offered.

Joan cried out, "I was careless! I wasn't watching the bottom, I'm sorry!"

"Shit happens," Bob said and shut her door. He ran around to jump in the driver's side. Shit, his mother had the keys! He jumped back out and ran in the house. Running back into the bathroom, he saw his mother still in the floor, holding her belly.

Firmly, Bob said, "Mom, I need the keys for the Jeep."

She looked up at him, "How…"

"Please, I need the keys, Joan's in the car, I have got to get going."

She reached in her purse and pulled them out. "That is horrible! Joan's going to lose that arm!" she then started crying.

Bob took the keys and said, "I'll call OK?" he then ran back out.

Carol thought about the bright future Joan had, going off to play professional football at the end of the school year. At least she was, with two arms. What a horrible way to have your dreams dashed.

Carol heard the Jeep pull away. The floor was covered in puke and blood. Forcing herself up, she focused on cleaning up this mess, Her stomach churning the whole time.

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Bob got Joan home without wrecking, and he did get her home fast. Parking outside the back door, He got her out and carried her on the house. Now with her left arm on the outside, Joan was able to open the door.

Bob announced them with, "Help, Joan needs help!"

Delilah saw them first. She ram over and guided Bob to the dinning room table to have him sit Joan down, with her flesh stripped arm out on the table as she yelled for John and Cameron.

The moment Cameron appeared, she made Joan look at her and asked in a demand, "Joan, where did this happen?"

Teary eyed and lips trembling, Joan blubbered, "Not far, maybe thirty yards off Bob's dock... I wasn't watching and..."

Cameron turned and ran upstairs as she called back, "John! We need a pan of nutrients!"

"I'll get it, arm wraps too," John replied, heading for the bathroom.

To Delilah who was inspecting her skeletal appendage, Joan continued with her explanation. "... the gator rose and snapped at me, I tried to push him away but he grabbed my arm. I punched him in the head. He tried to pull me closer and I tried to jerk away, and, and all my skin came off!"

Bob sat close to Joan, holding her other hand and put an arm around her.

John came back with a clear container or pale white liquid. Delilah lifted Joan's wounded arm up, John slid the pan under and Delilah put the skeletal forearm down in it. Seeing Bob's pale face, she assured him, "Bob, this is nothing we haven't dealt with before. Calm down." They saw Cameron run out the front, she had her bikini on, tail over her shoulder and carried the Katana she'd been awarded.

"Where's she going?" Bob asked.

"Try to get Joan's flesh back," Delilah told him.

Bob frowned. "But, didn't an alligator eat it?"

"It's going to be messy," Delilah told him.

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Cameron got her tail on and with her katana in hand, dove in to swim as fast as she could go to the other side of the lake. Coming closer to the Tanner's dock, she scrutinized the bottom. There was movement on the bottom, an alligator, about ten feet long was making erratic movements. His mouth was shut, tendrils of blood came from his head just behind his right eye. Cameron turned and swam vertical to break the surface, she flipped over in the air to point head down, sword out in front of her. Plunging back in she swam straight down and jammed her sword deep into the alligator just behind his head.

The alligator's mouth opened wide, but it's body relaxed, it's spinal bones and spinal cord cut. In it's mouth was a lump of flesh. Cameron quickly grabbed it, yanking it out. Cameron inspected the flesh, spreading it out to show a long glove looking forearm and hand flesh. It had to belong to Joan. Sword in one hand, the flesh in her other, she swam as fast as she could for home.

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Carol couldn't stop sobbing at what she's seen. She mopped up the blood trail through the house and got the bathroom cleaned. The bloody towel, she threw away. She was sick from what she'd witnessed. The blood, seeing Joan's right forearm completely stripped of flesh. Joan had been so excited that she'd been picked to join a real pro football team. Carol knew that when the alligator stripped the flesh off her arm, it had also stripped away her dream.

Sitting in a chair in the kitchen, she thought about what a big disappointment that was going to be for Joan. Her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Carol, it's Delilah. Joan's home, Bob is here too. I know this is asking much, but at the moment, Bob is the only one that can give Joan any comfort. She needs to know that ... well, she's still desirable to him, and he won't reject her for, you know."

"I do know," Carol agreed. "I'm sorry for not helping much, when I saw her arm stripped down to the bone like that, I lost it. You want Bob to stay with her?"

"She's going to need constant assistance at lest for a while and she's clinging to him."

"I understand," Carol said. She understood, Joan was devastated and needed Bob to comfort her. "You want to keep them together."

"Yes, here, or at your house. The place doesn't matter as much as Bob being there for Joan," Delilah agreed.

Carol thought for a moment, then said, "Whichever Joan and Bob decides, that's fine, but I will need my Jeep back. And Bob will need his school books and clothes if he's going to stay there. Joan can stay here also of she wants. Just let me know what they decide."

"My thoughts as well. Once we're done with Joan's arm, then we'll find out what they want to do. I just wanted to be sure you will be all right with it."

"I will, do what you can for that poor girl."

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What Cameron was doing now was soaking the flesh-sleeve in the nutrient mix to get it right side out and looking to be sure it was all there. It had a few holes, but she was able to work it back in place over Joan's arm skeleton. Once in place, Cameron held it there, John put the sleeve bandage on over it and a glove on her hand, they then wrapped it up and put her arm in a sling. Delilah brought in a plate of fatty ham and a big glass of milk.

"You need plenty of nutrients," Delilah told her.

"I'm not really hungry," Joan said with a wince.

"Didn't say you were, I said you need it. Eat," Delilah replied. "In an hour or so when your nanites are calling for nutrients, you won't be starving to death."

Joan looked at Bob. "Don't leave," she begged.

Bob let go of Joan's hand so she could eat and kept his arm around her. "I'm right here."

As the other kids came to see what the excitement was about, John explained Joan got careless and was bitten by an alligator, but eventually, she would be fine. As Joan worked at her meal, dinner was served. Bob had to eat one handed also, he wasn't going to release his hold on Joan.

Delilah brought the question up. "Bob, Joan's going to need constant support. Right now, her arm is useless. She won't be able to hardly do anything by herself. She's gong to need you to help her."

"Yeah, I'll do everything I can," Bob replied.

"That will include cleaning and dressing her," Cameron added.

Bob stared at Cameron. So did John.

Looking squarely at Bob, Cameron stated, "Unless I miss my guess, you plan to be married soon. If something happens then, who do you think will be taking care of her?"

"I … ah, yeah, you're right," he agreed.

"So you may as well get started now," Delilah told him.

John asked, "Joan, that that all right with you?"

Joan nodded. At least she wasn't crying any more. "Yeah, Dad. If you don't mind, I'd like Bob to stay with me."

John should have figured that's what she'd say. He did understand. When Cameron had gotten all torn up, she had wanted John to assure herself she was still desirable to him.

Joan decided it would be better to stay at Bob's house, it wouldn't be fair have Bob stay here and leave his mother alone. Bob helped Joan get packed. OK, she showed him what to pack, and he did it. He got her clothes, personal items and books in the Jeep, and headed home.

.

Carol was relieved when she heard her Jeep pull in. Bob got out and raced around to the passenger side to help Joan out. Joan came to the door as Bob got her stuff out of the car.

Coming up to Carol, Joan meekly said, "I am sorry I've caused so much trouble, may I stay here for a while so Bob can take care of me?"

Carol hugged Joan to her. "Of course you can! Your parents managed to save your arm?" she asked.

"Yes, Mom One, Cameron, found the alligator and got my flesh back," Joan explained. "It's not in the best shape, but if my nanites can heal it, I'll be fine. It's just going to take a while."

Carol winced. "She did? Do I want to know how?"

"Probably not," Joan admitted. "I'll do my best not to be a burden..."

"Oh nonsense!" Carol said, interrupting her and motioned her in. "Come on in here. I'm so sorry I wasn't any help earlier."

Joan nodded. She then sported a tiny grin and said, "When Gramma Claire saw Mom One all tore up, she fainted, then had nightmares. So don't feel too bad about it."

Bob followed them in carrying Joan's things. Carol wasn't surprised at all when Joan led Bob into his room and showed him where to her suitcase up on his dresser.

"Joan, we do have a spare room," Carol hinted strongly.

Joan looked at how packed Bob's dresser looked. "Yeah, I should put my things in there, huh?" she agreed. She led Bob to the spare room and they loaded a few drawers there with her clothes.

It made Carol proud of how attentive Bob was of Joan. Joan was exhausted from the day, Bob got her night wear out for her and took it in the bathroom, made sure she had a clean towel and her hairbrush, then ran and got plastic to put around her injured arm so it wouldn't get wet in the shower. Carol relaxed on the couch and heard Bob go back down the hall for another load, then the bathroom door shut.

It was after the shower came on that Carol realized Bob hadn't come back out. The shower also ran long enough for two people to take a shower. They didn't … did they?

Carol got her answer when Bob brought Joan out. Joan was in her nightgown, her arm in the sling and her robe over her. Here eyes also held a blue tint. Bob also had his robe on and his hair was wet too.

"Good night, Carol," Joan said meekly.

"Night, Mom." Bob offered.

"You showered together?" Carol asked.

"Bob had to help me undress and put the plastic around by arm so it wouldn't get wet, so, since he needed to help me get dried off dressed again, and it was easier getting washed with some help," Joan offered.

Carol was about to give Bob a lecture, then realized Joan was right. Joan also wasn't acting sad any more, she had the happy blue in her eyes. "Night, kids. Get some sleep, you have school in the morning."

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That night in Bob's bed, they were quiet, and Bob put a towel under his door so the blue light of Joan's eyes didn't shine under it. Joan needed to know that Bob still wanted her, and he did his level best to prove it. And this time, Joan was able to stay right here with him all night. The activity and her increased heart rate also helped distribute her nanites to where they were needed. In the morning though, she felt like she was starving to death.

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In the morning, Carol awoke to Bob saying, "Just let me, OK? Leave that arm hanging down."

Joan replied, "And here I thought you just liked undressing me."

Carol was up and had a robe on in a heartbeat. Bob's bedroom door was open. Joan was sitting on Bob's bed. Bob was kneeling in front of her, putting her other knee length sock on. He then put her shoes on for her. Joan had a button up shirt and a skirt on.

Joan's eyes were glowing a pretty blue.

Bob the grabbed the sling, and carefully, he laid her arm in it, got it in place and tied it. Joan cast him a smile. "Thank you, Bob," she said.

"Only for you," he replied reverently and kissed her. He then helped her up.

"Morning Carol," Joan said brightly.

"Hey Mom," Bob greeted. "I'll help get breakfast ready."

"I can help," Joan offered.

Planting his hands in her shoulders, he told her, "Not yet. You, my dearest, are going to sit down and wait. Maybe later in the week after you heal some, you can help."

Joan cast him a glowing smile. "Yes dear."

For someone who just had her arm ripped apart yesterday, Joan was a happy camper. Right, she was with Bob.

Carol led Joan out who was being steered to the table by Bob. He pulled her chair out and helped her sit.

Carol and Bob went out to the kitchen. Breakfast for Bob was usually a bowl of cereal, juice and a muffin or pop tart. He got a full, plate sized ham steak out and a pan to fry it in. "Hungry Bob?" she asked.

"This is for Joan, she said she's really hungry," Bob replied.

"So, you're going to share that with her?"

"No, this is Joan's. She needs meat. I also got her salt here," he said and pulled out a salt shaker. But the salt was silver in color. "Want some, mom? I can make another one?"

"She's going to eat that whole thing?" Carol asked.

Bob nodded. "Yesterday before we left, she ate one twice this size." He put it on to cook and salted it down with the silver salt. "Two egg and toast, Mom?"

"Yes please. And what are you having?"

"Cereal, juice, ohh, and a cranberry muffin." he said and snatched one up.

Carol had never seen Bob eager to cook anything before. She watched to be sure he didn't burn anything, but he made the scrambled eggs and heated up the pre-cooked ham slice with no black spots. He even put them on plates. Carol got to make and butter her own toast. Bob carried the plates out and then ran back in the kitchen to get his own cereal and juice, muffin in his mouth when he came out.

Joan's eyes lit up on seeing the ham slice. "Thank you!"

They sat down to their odd breakfast, each one eating something different.

Carol watched Joan putting her ham slice away at a fairly rapid pace. "Joan, don't you worry about gaining weight, eating that much?" she asked.

Joan shook her head, her mouth full. *GULP* Carol swore she heard that. Joan explained, "Mom Two showed me how to do it. Since I need to make nanites anyway, if the rest of my body doesn't need it, it goes into my boobs."

Carol started at her. Yes, that girl was growing some good sized breasts. "You can decide where the fat goes?"

"Not just fat," Joan explained as Bob cut more chunks for her which she stabbed a few with a fork. "Vitamins, minerals, and I make milk along with the nanites. Plus, now I have to fix my arm on the inside." she said then stuffed her mouth full again.

"You are producing breast milk?" Carol asked.

Joan nodded and pointed to Bob's cereal. *GULP* "Bob doesn't always eat healthy, so I make sure he gets his nutrients from me. It's good for him and it's fun."

"Joan" Bob chided and turned a little red. "I don't think you should advertise that."

Joan paused her next group of chunks on her way to her mouth. "Why not? We were all raised on our mother's breast milk. It' the healthiest thing you can drink, and that is what breasts are for."

Carol knew that was the truth, but still Joan saying it out loud made her cringe a bit. That wasn't normally talked about. Then again, Joan was far from normal. As she thought that, Joan pointed to Bob's cereal.

*GULP* "My milk is better for you that what's in that bowl. You're not a cow, Bob."

Bob burst out laughing.

Carol had to grin. Even though people usually didn't like to talk about it, Joan was correct. She also saw Joan was set on taking care of Bob. They were not officially married yet, but they were acting like they were.

.

The toughest thing Joan had to do in school was write. Bob was always there to carry her books, and come gym day, Joan was excused because she was injured. Many students and couple teachers were shocked that an arm in sling was all she suffered from an alligator attack. she'd never written with her left hand before, and found out it wasn't easy. Her script was illegible, and even when she wrote in plan block numbers, it looked like a five year old did it. When she had an essay for History class, the teacher let her get away with a printed copy instead of hand written one. Even typing on the computer wasn't the easiest. She ended up dictating it to Bob.

BY Thursday, with enough concentration, her letter were up to maybe a 4th grader's level. Cameron also came by to see how she was doing. With her, Cameron brought a box of supplies. At the table, Cameron unwrapped her arm and studied it. Bob looked on as well. Joan's arm looked whole and had a few purple bruise spots on it, and the last hole was closing up to a pencil point.

Cameron then took out a needle and had Joan close her eyes. Cameron told her to tell her when she felt something. She poked Joan here and there, on her arm. Most pokes she felt. The important ones, the pokes on her fingers, she felt each one.

"How is she?" Bob asked.

Cameron could see in both their eyes, hoping she might be cured, not not all the way. Even though Joan was healed enough to let her use her arm, she said, "Her arm is coming along nicely. I think by Saturday, we can let her start using it."

She saw the slight bit of relief in both of them. They were loving the fact the were living together. Unfortunately soon, that would have to end. She wrapped Joan's arm back up and put the sling back on.

"I still have to wear this?" Joan asked.

Cameron cast her a smirk. Quietly she said, "You can only stay here as long as you do."

"OK," Joan said meekly. "Thanks Mom," she whispered.

"I'll be back Saturday. That's your Birthday party, remember?"

"OH, yeah it is."

"You don't want to miss that," Cameron said firmly. "Carol, Bob both of you are coming?" she asked.

Bob looked at this mother. "We are," Carol said.

"Great, I'll see you all Saturday, Party starts at ten."

Both Joan and Jackie were born only a day apart, so they had their birthdays together with Allison, who also shared her birthday with Cameron's Built Day. Needless to say, it was going to be a big party.

.

The demon was going crazy, trying to think of things that would help the sheriff. He had allowed her to do things on her own only if they helped him, or someone else, and had no chance of harming or terrifying anyone. Besides taking calls when he wasn't there, making coffee and ensuring his office was clean, she couldn't think of much she could do.

It was all because of that little twit Joan Connor! She had spouted out the ONE thing that she's been successfully angling Connor away from saying. Ordering her to do good things. So now, she did do limited good things for Connor, but kept them to this office where he kept her. She didn't want to see smiles, she wanted to see frowns. Irritation, desperation! THAT was what she was made for. She knew he smiled at her only when he had the upper hand, which was basically all the time since he had her amulet. She'd been working to try to get him to get rid of her. Make him throw her amulet in a lake, weighed down with rock or something. He knew though, once she was freed from him, she was free to find another master. He wasn't going to let that happen.

They had just settled in for another boring day in the office. The door opened, she didn't even bother to look. It was miss divorced hot-pants that refused to give up on him. Right, it was Saturday for those who cared, and of course she brought a half dozen doughnuts so they could share coffee and doughnuts together. How special.

"I had an exciting week," Carol said with a huff. She explained to Connor coming home to find Joan crying and Bob helping her to keep from bleeding to death from an alligator bite. Carol went though the whole 'horrible' story then the fact Joan stayed with them, so Bob could help her with things Joan couldn't do.

Yes, like getting in their fill of sex, she thought. Missing part of an arm, what was the big deal? She'd do it with no arms. No legs. No arms or legs, she'd be overjoyed to do it as a stump! Just sit her on his lap and bounce her up and down. He could even watch porn while he was doing it, at least she's be getting some sexual energy.

"I take it she's healing well?" he asked.

"She is. Whatever her parents did, is working fantastic. Cameron even found the skin off her arm and put it back on, and it healed in place!" Carol said in amazement.

"That is good to know," he said. "If I ever lose all the skin off my arm, I know who to go to."

Carol chuckled. "They are strange, but very good people." She paused briefly then asked, "I don't mean to intrude, but when I saw you at the church, you were lighting a candle?"

He nodded. His tone became sober. "Yes. My wife died ... a while back. Her only request before she died was that I light a candle and remember her on her birthday."

Carol watched him closely. "I am sorry. What did she die of, if you don't mind me asking?"

He sported a weak smile. She was fated to live a ... shortened life. nothing could be done. I tried." After a heavy breath, he added, "A friend warned me not to marry her. He knew as well she would die long before I did. He didn't want to see me go through that pain. I was in love, I ignored him. You know what? He wasn't right. We didn't have long together, but the time we did, was very special. If I had it to do all over again, I would."

"I take it you've been lighting candles for her longer than you were married," Carol said.

"You could say that." he admitted.

"That is true love," Carol stated. "Any woman would be so very proud to have such a devoted husband. The thing is, sheriff, you must move on. I know, if I was her, I would want you to be getting loved again. To have a chance to be happy again. Even if you love someone else, her spirit, wherever she is, wants you to be happy."

The sheriff let out a snort. "I've head that before," he said. "The truth? It hurt too much to watch her die." He got a far away look in his eyes as he said, "I held her to her last breath. Longer. I had hoped she's only fallen asleep. Once she grew cold in my arms, I had to accept that she wasn't asleep. I had to accept our life was over."

Carol reached over and clasped his hand. "Sheriff, if you are in pain, I think she is also. Please, for her, move on with your life."

Again he cracked a grin. "Easier said than done."

Carol thought for a moment, then asked, "What about a woman who most likely, won't ever die?"

That made him pick his head up to look at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Just thinking. I know Cameron Connor looks young, as young as Allison, who's she's at least 20 years older than. Believe me, those are tough people too! They got a daughter Jackie..."

The Sheriff burst out laughing. "So you want me to be a cradle robber?" he asked, chuckling.

"NO!" she cried, "I'm just saying look for a good healthy woman who won't suddenly die on you. Someone ... like me."

The sheriff smiled at her and lifted her hand to kiss it. "I see what you're trying to do Carol, and I do appreciate it. It just cannot be."

"Because after all this time, you still love your wife." she said.

"I do," he replied.

Carol returned his smile. "Then the next time you go to light a candle for her, tell her I am extremely jealous of her."

"I will"

Carol looked at the clock. "Well I should be going, I have a birthday party to attend and if we're late, Bob will never forgive me."

"Have a good time, Carol."

"You have a good day, Mr. Sheriff."

After Carol left, the demon said, "She would be a good pick. She thinks the world of you, and I am pretty sure she's going to live for a long time."

The sheriff got up. "And how would you know that?"

"I don't go anywhere, but I see. When her son Bob was drinking the breast milk his girlfriend Joan was supplying by replacing the bought milk from the store, she drank some too. Whatever healed Joan so quickly is in her blood now also."

"Why are you trying to marry me off?" he asked.

"It would be good for you. You did tell me I could do things that would benefit you, right? It would be good for Carol too. She wants and deserves a man like you." In a sexy tone, she added, "Then again, you could always have me any time you want. I know I would really like that."

The sheriff let out a snort, grabbed his hat and left.

"Not taking me with you?" she asked.

He slammed the door on his way out.

"She all but throws herself at him and he just brushes her off," she grumbled. She knew he liked her, but he was too damn stubborn to admit it to himself. He really needed a Charm to correct his thinking. She couldn't to that while she was invisible though. He'd have to see her eyes. As she thought about that, she grinned. Yes, he did say she could do things if it was to his benefit. She let out a giggle, she had to plan this right.