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her scalp with her favorite Berry Explosion shampoo. She vigorously scrubbed her body with the matching body wash. The sweet berry scent never failed to make her feel clean and feminine. Muscles, still sore from having to bend and scrub all day, protested as she bent to turn off the water. Too bad there wasn’t time for a good long soak in the tub.
    Brianna sighed when the phone rang. Flinging the lavender shower curtain aside, she ran still dripping to answer it. Snatching up the cordless unit from her bedside table, she answered with a breathy, “Hello.”
    “Hey, Bri, you are still coming over tonight, aren’t you?” It was Amber. They went to the Witches’ Ball together every year.
    “Of course,” she replied, glancing at her clock radio. She shivered slightly, wishing she’d thought to grab more than one towel. “I’ll be ready for trick-or-treat by six. It should be over by eight, and I can leave then. You don’t mind waiting, do you? We should still have plenty of time to socialize.” She hurried back into the steamy bathroom, picked up the hand towel on the counter and wiped steam from the mirror.
    She studied her delicately carved face critically, noticing what her mother had always said were tiny imperfections, that to her were enormous. Her small nose turned up at the end, a trait that had never struck her as being particularly attractive. Her mouth and full pink lips, which her first and only boyfriend had deemed extremely kissable, looked too…well, too something. Her mouth turned down at the corners and she stuck her tongue out at her reflection.
    “No, I don’t mind waiting,” Amber said. It sounded like she spoke around a mouthful of food.
    Brianna made a face. She was probably eating again. How in the world could the woman eat so much and stay so small? She walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. “I’m not going to wear the green face paint again. It took too long to wash it off last year.” She juggled the phone and the bath towel as she dried off, scrubbing ruthlessly at her already pink skin with the towel in an effort to hurry.
    “Even then, there were green streaks down the side of your face.” Amber sniggered. “And a green tinge to your skin that made you look like you were ready to barf.”
    “Don’t remind me.” Brianna grimaced at the memory. Shaking her head adamantly, she added, “And I refuse to miss the limbo contest again. I spent entirely too long in the bathroom washing that gunk off.”
    “I wonder if Pan is going to be there in his sheepskin leggings again this year.”
    Brianna groaned. She could hear her friend’s teasing smile. They both had been very surprised to see him, in all of his naked glory, last year. Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “Don’t even go there.”
    “There is just something about a man wearing sheepskin leggings and nothing else that really gets my heart pounding.”
    “Oh shut up, Amber! I couldn’t help it. I’d never seen a—”
    “Sorcerer’s staff?” Amber’s laugh was infectious and Brianna smiled, in spite of herself. Would the woman never stop teasing her about her reaction when she’d seen Pan nearly naked from the waist down?
    Brianna half grimaced and half grinned at the memory. Leave it to Amber to bring it up. She’d be carrying that particular monkey on her back until her friend found something even more embarrassing to razz her about. “I couldn’t help it. I’d never seen one so big before.”
    “Neither had I. But no one heard me say, Oh my God! Is that thing real? I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.”
    “You were embarrassed? It wasn’t me, who said, Honey, don’t mind her. She’s a virgin and doesn’t know what she’s missing. I was completely mortified.” Not to mention embarrassed by the fact that her friend was correct.
    Amber laughed. “I was serious! You shouldn’t knock it till you’ve tried it, Bri.”
    Brianna felt the familiar heat rush to her face. “I knew I