Black Magic Woman

... would not be a bad title for a story.
Yesterday I missed my two bus-stop companions, but this morning it was different. And in fact, today I had the opportunity of seeing the much-maligned Elena, because she was at tje bus stop withe her two... well, not exactly friends.
Friends do not call you slut behind your back, right?

Anyway, the three girls were chatting about school friends and stuff.
Nothing really momentous.
As for the object of my fantasies, the one that practices black magic and what not, she was quite a let down.

Short (shorter than me, and I'm not a tall woman), with frizzy bleached-blond hair and that strangely vacuous eye that glass-wearers get when they put on contacts. Skinny legs and a huge (and obviously expensive) fur coat.
Pale, thin.

There were some "discordant" elements, like her make-up with red eyelids and pitch-black eyeliner (now that was black magic!), her silver rings (including a heavy one on her left thumb), and her massive earrings.

The only thing that surprised me was when she accepted a toke from one of her friends' cigarette. They were surprised too.
She shrugged it off, saying she has a smoke once in a while, but she doesn't really like it.

That got my fantasy going again.
Is the little witch insinuating herself in her friends' lives, adopting their manners and their habits in order to get closer and slowly seduce and corrupt them?
Now this is an interesting idea.

Then they boarded the bus again, and were again out of my life - and into the Twilight Zone?
Ah, I have to write something about this!