The brunette returned to her motel room alone. She threw her jacket on a chair and collapsed on it with a heavy sigh. "Son of a bitch!"

She roused herself and stripped off her clothes, staring at her body in the mirror.

She smoothed her hands over her hips, up her stomach, and squeezed her perfect breasts. "This damn spell isn't going to last much longer. Gonna have to try again tomorrow." Unconsciously, she traced her fingertips over the anti-possession symbol on her chest. "I knew I should have hit on myself first."