Begging

“Look,” said Tara, “Nicole and I really don’t want to kiss. In fact, I suspect even a spell couldn’t make us kiss. Can we wash dishes or something instead?“

Millicent laughed. “Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “You and Nicole won’t have to kiss. In a few minutes, though, you’ll probably wish kissing Nicole was all you had to do.”

That certainly sounded ominous.

And then it started.

I was looking right at Tara when it suddenly occurred to me something was wrong. Then I realized what it was.