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 Witches, Warlocks and Shop Vacs A short story by Night Hawk Coerced out of
retirement by "Mike C" and his James World series.

   Copyright 2003 by: Night Hawk (nh@nighthawk.sytes.net)

   While we are all holding our collective breaths waiting for Mike to post
the next installment of James.  (I know, more than a few of us have passed
out with a slightly blue tinge to our lips...  My only suggestion is for
all of you waiting for James or the next chapter of Kelly to write Mike at
MikeC@nspace.net and tell him to get off the pot!)

   So, as I wait to release my next installment of Kelly, I have been
writing little short stories and playing with some old ones.  I desperately
want to get back to Kelly, but alas, I too must wait.  (Maybe if we turn
the pressure up?)

   In the meantime, I found this little gem that I had written on
assignment for a graphics group a few years ago.  A member of the group had
created some really great graphics and they were looking for a writer to
put a story to it.  I volunteered and came up with what was well received
by the bulk of the group but not by the moderators and I was subsequently
blacklisted by the group for using graphic sexual descriptions.  I think
the story is interesting enough without the pictures, but will leave it for
you to decide.

   It's hard killing time when all you have is your mind.

   = = = = =

   Witches Warlocks and Shop Vacs



   Vickie was fuming.

   The witching hour was drawing close and her husband Jim was still locked
in the garage casting his spells.

   Vickie didn't mind Jim's open, self declaration of being a Warlock.  Nor
did she mind his feeble attempts at spell casting.  What Jim didn't know
was that Vickie was the real Pagan Priestess in the family.  It was she who
had the power and used it wisely and quietly.  It was better this way. 
Besides, what would her neighbors think, not to mention the PTA!

   But this was a special night.  The second full moon in a month.  She
could not, however, tell Jim the real reason she wanted him out of the
garage.  Jim, like most males, simply could not understand that the Earth
Mother had endowed women with special gifts.  She would have to clear the
converted garage attached to the side of their red brick split level of his
essence before she could even start to draw her own circle of praise and
protection.

   Vickie was a good witch.  A white witch if you prefer and a true
believer in the goodness the Earth Mother had given.  It was rare that she
begrudged Jim hogging the garage for long periods of time since when he
came out he was usually so fatigued by his attempts that he went right to
bed and to sleep.

   Sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of herbal tea, no caffeine of
course, she idly twirled a strand of her long cascading blond curls with
her free hand.  Unlike Jim, who stood slightly stooped with his 6'4" lean
frame, Vickie was a mere 5'2" but with a body to die for.  All the curves
in all the right places.  Her youthful appearance belied her real age of
35, and was often mistaken for a much younger woman.  She was proud of the
fact that she had listened well to her mentor of years gone by, and had
forsaken of the poisons of cigarettes, caffeine and other harmful
substances.  She exercised regularly and it showed.  Her skin was tight
with no excess weight and her breasts, an impressive 36C, stood firmly on
her chest without the need for man made support.  Her hips flared nicely
from a tiny waist and her butt was the object of envy and admiration from
many of their friends and colleagues.

   Not wanting to lose this special night, Vickie sent a subtle telepathic
signal to Jim suggesting that he was becoming tired.  She was rewarded
about five minutes later as she heard the unlocking of the door.

   Jim looked absolutely beat.  The look in his eyes told of another night
of slim, if any, success.  He apologized to Vickie for leaving the garage
in a mess and promised to clean it in the morning.  Vickie just smiled,
kissed him on the forehead and told him to go to bed that since she was not
really tired she would take care of cleaning up.  Jim managed a weak smile
and a grateful thank you and staggered off to bed.

   Once out of sight, Vickie dumped the last of her tea in the sink and
after cleaning the cup entered the garage locking the door behind her.

   To say garage was actually a misnomer.  Since they had converted it, it
was more of a self contained room with a fabulous sky light that opened at
the touch of a switch.  There was no room for a vehicle of any kind since
the conversion and the few items typically found in a garage were now
stored in a closet built for this purpose.

   Jim had built a small alter at one end with his icons and all it's
trappings.  Poor Jim didn't even realize that Vickie used this room as well
but had no need for icons or idols.

   The sight of the garage though was shocking.  It was obvious that Jim
had once again scattered the ashes of burnt pine cones in patterns on the
floor and now it was up to Vickie to clean it up before she could start her
ritual.

   Shaking her head in disbelief, Vickie moved towards the closet.  Taking
out a broom she quickly swept the ashes to one side and threw the switch to
open the sky light.

   Fresh air poured in along with the bright light of this special moon.

   A cool breeze blew in with the fresh air and Vickie's nipples,
especially sensitive to any kind of stimulation quickly hardened into
eraser size nubs.  Reaching behind the closet she opened the secret panel
that she herself had built and retrieved her own robe and candles.  Quickly
she removed her t-shirt and now with her breasts fully exposed to the crisp
fall air tightened and rose even more proudly.  Her dark brown nipples also
felt the added chill and puckered further.  Moving quickly she slipped out
of her jeans and panties and took the white silk robe and shivered as it
slid sensuously over her naked form.  As it slid down her body the light
blond tuft between her legs showed she was a natural blond.

   Vickie lit four sticks of incense and placed one on each of the four
corners she had cleverly marked on the floor showing the four points on the
compass, saying a short prayer with each thanking the Earth Mother.  Next,
she took four of the large candles and lighting them placed them in a row
in honor of the four natural elements of Earth, Wind, Fire and Air. 
Finally, after turning off the lights, she took a small bottle of precious
distilled natural flower nectar, anointed herself and flung a few droplets
in each of the four compass points.

   With the moonlight flowing through the open sky light, her hair and gown
glowed with a eerie almost supernatural glow.  Carefully she turned and
allowed a drop of the oil to create an invisible circle around her.

   Standing in the center of the circle she had created, Vickie began to
chant in the old tongue in praise of the Earth Mother and giving thanks for
the blessings bestowed upon her.  It was a beautiful sight as she was
illuminated by just the moon and the candles.  Her gown clung to her like a
second skin highlighting the perfect body it covered.

   With her hands raised the large billowing sleeves of the robe slipped to
her shoulders and she began the ritual dance when a sudden gust of wind
blew in through the sky light and the ashes that she had swept to the side
before rose like a cloud in the room.

   Vickie frowned, trying hard to keep any negative thoughts from her mind.
How could she show proper praise to the Earth Mother with this distraction.

   With a deep sigh of regret for the lost time she could have spent in
praise, Vickie quickly concluded her ritual with a special request for
patience and understanding.

   It was deep regret that Vickie felt that she had not disposed of the
ashes earlier but left them to the side in her rush to start her own
ceremony.  Not bothering to turn on the light she grabbed the broom from
the closet and once again swept the floor but allowing the incense to
continue to burn as well as the candles.

   But all was not as it seemed!

   As the ashes from Jim's burnt pine cones mixed with the incense and the
flames of the candles, a new aroma filled the air.  It was a subtle change
that Vickie did not notice, but she found herself getting slightly aroused.

   Having swept what she could to the side she decided to use Jim's Shop
Vac to suck up the ashes.  Pulling the large contraption out of the closet
she plugged it in and was overwhelmed with the response from the hose as it
kicked into action.  It seemed like it had a life of its own.  Then she
remembered that Jim had tinkered with the industrial vacuum during his "Tim
Allen Tool Time" infatuation and had replaced the motor of the vac with a
more powerful one.  As his TV hero would say "More Power!"

   Trying to control the 18 inch straight extension wand, Vickie was forced
to straddle the twisting hose which kept climbing and grinding between her
soft spot between her legs.  She was incredibly aroused now but tried to
keep her concentration on her task.  It was an impossible task.

   In a moment of absolute clarity she realized the Earth Mother had given
her a special gift for tonight and clamping the wand between her legs
quickly shed her robe.  She allowed the long hose to circle her and
encompass her body tantalizing her breasts, waist and thighs with the
powerful vibrating pulsations.  The sensation was nearly overpowering as
Vickie took the wand and brushed it all over her sensitive areas allowing
herself to completely indulge in this experience.  Too soon though it
became too much and her body was quivering, begging for release.  Taking
the wand in two hands she pressed it against her blond pubic down and held
on for what was to be the ride of her life.

   The Shop Vac roared and the hose squirmed and the wand was working its
magic on Vickie's most intimate area.  Once she came, quickly followed by
another and yet another climax following on the heels of the one before. 
Vickie grew weak and had lost count of how many times the sensation had
overtaken her.  Reluctantly she flicked the switch on the Shop Vac and
slowly sank to the floor.  The light of the moon was waning as it moved
past the view from the sky light.  Vickie gave silent thanks to the Earth
Mother for the pleasures she had received.

   Turning on the overhead lights she blew out the candles and removed the
traces of her ritual before cleaning up.
   The witching hour was officially over.