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.They took her money, andnever guessed what she was.And she would use the money to carry misfortunefile:///F|/eMule/Incoming/Lackey,%20Mercedes%20-%.%20Tregarde%2003%20-%20Jinx%20High.%20(v1.1).html (113 of 434)3/16/2004 9:27:00 PMfile:///F|/eMule/Incoming/Lackey,%20Mercedes%20-%20Diana%20Tregarde%2003%20-%20Jinx%20High.%20(v1.1).htmlto them, making certain that something went wrong after she was ready to leave.It was too pathetically easy, really, but it was such fun they were openingthemselves to her so thoroughly that she always had an opportunity to makethem miserable.Their karmic balance sheets would be constantly in the red ifonly for the way they treated their employees.That they cheated on their taxesand quietly hated their fellow man (in the form of anyone who didn't belong totheir little fundamentalist sect), all the while professing to love their neighborsthat only made it easier.Hypocritical liars that they were, they were ripe for hertampering.And then there was his mistress, and her secret alcohol binges-Lovely.They played right into their hands.She ordered from a named-looking middle-aged woman whose red-rimmed eyestestified that Mrs.Bigot had been browbeating the staff again and threateningcuts in hours.That was wonderful; that alone would justify something satisfymgly expensive.Perhaps an invasion of cockroaches and a surprise inspection from the HealthDepartment?It had occurred to her, as she'd watched and ground her teeth in frustration, thatDeke was playing into her hands exactly the same way, by taking up with littleRosey Tush.Unfortunately, it wasn't something she could take advantage of; thatkind of leverage didn't fit in with the plans she had for him.Her plans were more complicated than that, because the little twit was exactlywhat she'd been looking for over the last two years.Perfect, in fact; callow ashell, easily manipulated, good-looking, amusing in bed, and a walking powerplant of magickal potential.file:///F|/eMule/Incoming/Lackey,%20Mercedes%20-%.%20Tregarde%2003%20-%20Jinx%20High.%20(v1.1).html (114 of 434)3/16/2004 9:27:00 PMfile:///F|/eMule/Incoming/Lackey,%20Mercedes%20-%20Diana%20Tregarde%2003%20-%20Jinx%20High.%20(v1.1).htmlAnd she did not intend to turn him loose, "I have thee, Derek Kestrel, " shemuttered, "and yet I cannot take thee."Pardon?" said the startled carhop, tray in hand."Nothing, " Fay said, smiling sweetly."That was how much? And take the tray,dear.I won't need it.She paid the woman, including a big tip half of which Mrs.Bigot wouldconfiscate, thus increasing the feelings of rancor the staff had for her.The woman retreated; Fay contemplated her problems with Derek.There didn'tseem to be any simple solution, and she bit savagely into her hamburger.Therewas no hope for it; she couldn't counter his shields and haul him back to the fold.She just didn't have the time or the resources to deal with Deke and his littleJuliet right now.Not with the current project she had going.In a few more days the rivalry between Sandy and Bob would be finally out inthe open; ripe and ready to harvest.She'd been playing one against the other forsome time now, working them both into a fine froth of jealousy over schoolstatus.Now it was time to add sex to the picture.It wouldn't be too long until thelust-spells she'd cast on both of them had them literally at each other's throats.She'd have added Deke to that emotional stew, except that his parents hadshielded him too well, and too long ago, to make the shields easy to subvert.Ah, well.She licked ketchup off her fingers daintily.Red, and thick, it couldhave been blood.A hundred years ago, it likely would have been blood.Therivalry between the two football heroes would have been resolved at gunpoint, infile:///F|/eMule/Incoming/Lackey,%20Mercedes%20-%.%20Tregarde%2003%20-%20Jinx%20High.%20(v1.1).html (115 of 434)3/16/2004 9:27:00 PMfile:///F|/eMule/Incoming/Lackey,%20Mercedes%20-%20Diana%20Tregarde%2003%20-%20Jinx%20High.%20(v1.1).htmla duel of some kind, or in an ambush, A case of winner-takes-all, where Fay wasthe only true winner.She'd instigated more than a few duels in her time.Death and spilled blood weresuch fine sources of power.Fine, and satisfying.She finished her fries and sighed with nostalgic resignation;it was too bad, but she'd just have to make do with the power surge she'daccumulate when Sandy and Bob finally confronted each other, fought andhopefully beat the pulp out of each other.Time to go.And time to visit retribution upon the Sonic drive-in.She consideredand discarded several minor disasters, and finally settled on an irreparable leakin the hot water heater, and several more in the plumbing in the Bigots' house.She set the spells on the money Mrs.Bigot had taken from the carhop; theywould activate as soon as the old bat touched the handle of a faucet.That accomplished, she started the car and threw it into reverse, not being toocareful about whether there was anyone in the way.There were compensationsfor living in this age.This vehicle was certainly one of them.She'd consideredreplacing the TransAm with a Firebird, but the salesman had put her off; he'dacted as if he was immune to her looks, and he himself had been far too ordinaryto bother with.In contrast, there had been the young man who'd sold her this T-top Dodge Shelby he'd been more to her taste& and a tasty little morsel indeed,once she got him home
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