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 Archive name: sabrina~.txt (solo,mast)
 Authors name: Heatheranne
 Story title : Sabrina Through Space and Time
 (First Posted Sept. 22, 1998)

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 Sabrina Through Space and Time
 by Heatheranne 


 Sabrina broke off her kiss with her boyfriend Harvey
 to look at her watch. It was time to go inside the
 house. She kissed him once again and said, with her
 lips brushing his, "Harvey, I have to go in now." They
 had been saying good night on her porch for fifteen
 minutes. It had seemed more like fifteen seconds in
 Harvey's arms. She could tell that he had enjoyed
 their little make out session because of the distinc-
 tive bulge she could feel against her hip. Hmmm
 Sabrina thought, she could stretch their time a little
 more. If Harvey would just kiss her one more time she
 thought, she might just reach down and...

 Harvey stepped back and said a bit breathlessly, "OK
 Sabrina, I really had fun tonight. I'll see you in
 school tomorrow."

 "Good night Harvey," Sabrina smiled as Harvey backed
 away and then turned and walked off the porch. His
 hands were sunk in his pockets to hide the bulging
 evidence of his arousal, despite the fact that he had
 been pressing his firmness against Sabrina just a few
 seconds before.

 Sabrina sighed and opened the door to go inside.
 Harvey was such a gentleman. Maybe too much of one.
 She wouldn't mind if he'd try a little groping. She
 could just hear herself telling him, "OK Harvey, now
 is the time to put your hand on my breast."  She knew
 that the breasts of some women actually grew a bit
 with sexual excitement. She giggled. It was a good
 thing her breasts didn't get larger or she'd be about
 a 38 D right now.

 Sabrina wanted to run up to her room in order to give
 herself a little relief, but she knew her aunts would
 want to hear about her date. Sabrina walked into the
 living room where her two aunts were sitting. Zelda
 was absorbed, as usual, in her lap top computer. Hilda
 on the other hand was laughing at the TV. "Hi guys,
 what's up?" asked Sabrina as she flopped down on the
 sofa. 

 Zelda looked up from her computer screen and nodded
 at her sister, "Guess who's watching twenty consecutive
 episodes of 'Bewitched'?"

 Sabrina turned her attention to Hilda," "You are?" she
 asked incredulously?

 Keeping her eye on the TV, Hilda snorted in laughter,
 "That Samantha's such an awful witch, you can't turn
 someone into a toad by just wiggling your nose."

 "It's just TV, Hilda," said Zelda.

 "Well you'd think they'd get something right every now
 and then," retorted Zelda. 

 "Oh please," cried Sabrina. First Harvey had frustrated
 her and now it looked like she was doomed to watch a
 show she really didn't care for, while her aunts bic-
 kered over it. "Do we really have to watch...?" She
 pointed at the screen with the forefinger of one hand,
 while with the other hand she grabbed her nose to give
 it a Samantha like wiggle. 

 And then the lights went out. "Oh oh."

                           **

 Sabrina felt something on her face. It felt like some
 kind of fabric. Had she fallen asleep? Was it the cover
 on her bed? But then she realized that she was stand-
 ing, not laying down. She put her hand up and felt...a
 jacket?...on a hanger?...and hanging on a metal rod?
 She was in a closet? She pushed the jacket out of the
 way and sure enough there were the louvers of a closet
 door. But there were no doors like that in her house.
 Where was she?

 She heard a door open and then voices. Sabrina leaned
 forward and pried the louvers open a bit. She was
 looking into someone's bedroom. Two people walked into
 the room. Sabrina's first thought was that they looked
 so cute in matching pajamas. Her second thought was
 that they looked just like Darrin and Samantha Stevens
 of "Bewitched".

 The couple put their arms around one another. The woman
 looked up into his eyes and said, "Since it's your
 birthday. Would you like a little witchcraft in your
 present?" 

 His face went pensive and the he smiled. "Hmmmm...only
 if you'll become Samanthor, Goddess Sex Queen of the
 known universe." 

 It is Samantha and Darrin, thought Sabrina. It sounded
 just like them.

 "You're going to make me jealous of my alter-ego one
 of these days, but all right, here goes." The woman
 put her hand over head and snapped her fingers. There
 was a shower of sparks and a flash of light. When
 Sabrina's eyes recovered from the flash, Samantha had
 changed completely. She was now as tall as her husband,
 with the body of a well muscled athlete. Her formerly
 blonde, medium length hair was now a luxurious, thick
 mane that fell to her waist. But even all that hair
 couldn't hide her breasts. They were not only huge,
 but they jutted out in defiance of the pull of gravity
 on such a mass of flesh. 

 Darrin gasped and began to tug and pull at his pajamas.
 Gesturing at his crotch, he panted "Now me."

 "Darrin, I keep telling you...you're more than enough
 for any woman." 

 "Oh please Sam, it's such a rush." 

 Sabrina wasn't experienced in these matters, but she
 thought Darrin's equipment looked adequate. 

 "Oh all right." Samantha pointed at his crotch and
 wiggled her nose. Darrin's cock doubled in length and
 width becoming huge. And then it began to get hard. It
 rose up like some waking animal, until it jutted nearly
 straight up from his groin. The couple fell onto the
 bed. 

 Sabrina was motionless as she watched real, live sexual
 intercourse for the first time. Well, real enough,
 given the fact that they were two television characters
 with magically enhanced bodies that is.  For a dozen
 minutes Darrin and Samantha caressed and licked and
 tickled one another. Sabrina held her breath as Saman-
 tha's well muscled thighs quivered in orgasm from Dar-
 rin's ministrations. 

 Oh wow, thought Sabrina, this is so hot. She kept her
 eyes locked on the sweating, groaning couple. Eventual-
 ly, though, her legs and back began to quiver from the
 strain of holding one position for so long. She shifted
 her foot in order to straighten up, but her shoe landed
 on something, probably another shoe, that moved under
 her. She tried to regain her balance, but she was just
 too stiff and there was nothing to grab on to. Except
 the door, and it gave way at the desperate push form
 her flailing arms.

 Sabrina landed, with a yelp, on the rug at the foot of
 the Steven's bed. When she looked up, the bulked up
 Samantha was cowering behind her husband. And Darrin
 looked faintly ridiculous wielding a fuzzy slipper like
 a club while his rapidly deflating cock drooped between
 his legs. 

 "Who...who are you, young lady, and what are you doing
 in our closet?" demanded Darrin in an outraged voice.
 "Sam, call the police."

 "Nooo...wait," pleaded Sabrina. "I'm a witch too and I
 got here by accident. Really. Please believe me."

 "I don't care who..." began Darrin.

 "Hold on just a minute Darrin, I can the feel the magic
 in her. She's probably telling the truth."

 "Oh great, another witch who doesn't bother to knock.
 Why don't we just have sex on the lawn, it would make
 it more convenient for the voyeurs." Darrin suddenly
 realized their state of undress. "Uh Sam, would you
 uh..."

 "Oh, yes, dear." Samantha snapped her fingers and with
 a flash they were back in their normal, pajama clad,
 bodies. "Why don't we all go down stairs, and discuss
 this situation." 

 In a minute they were in the Steven's living room.
 Darrin, his fuzzy slipper tucked under an arm said,
 "I think I'll make drinks." He turned to the small
 side bar and started fooling with glasses. 

 Samantha put her arm around Sabrina's shoulders as she
 steered the teen toward a sofa and said, "Now suppose
 you tell us how you got here."

 "I swear I don't know. I was sitting at home, watching
 you two on TV..."

 "Watching us on television?" Sam sounded incredulous.
 
 "Uh, yeah. You know. You guys are television char-
 acters."

 "Oh dear," said Sam, putting a finger to her lip. "I'm
 afraid you've managed a dimension shift."

 "But I don't know how to do that stuff yet," denied
 Sabrina.
 
 "Never the less, we're real here and who knows? You
 may be a comic book character in this dimension."

 "So what do I do?" asked Sabrina.

 Samantha settled herself on the sofa, "Let's go over
 exactly what happened before you appeared here."

 "Well," began Sabrina, "I was sitting on the couch at
 home. My aunts and I were watching you guys on TV.
 Then I pointed at the screen like this ..." Sabrina
 pointed at the nearby television set. 

 And then the lights went out. "Uh oh."

 Darrin walked over to the sofa after fixing the drinks.
 "Where did our little friend go?"

 Samantha looked puzzled. "I really don't know. She
 just disappeared." Samantha stood up and faced her
 husband. "Why Darrin, you fixed drinks for all three
 of us. You weren't planning on getting that little
 girl drunk, were you?"

 "I thought that since she was here, she might as well
 join us."

 Samantha smiled a sexy smile and snapped her fingers.
 Samanthor and her well endowed lover reappeared. Sam
 swept Darrin up in her massive arms and headed for the
 stairs. "You know Darrin, there's that one strange day
 every week that you're a real prude. But the rest of
 the time, well, you're just sexy as hell." 

 "Thank you dear," said Darrin, kissing the large breast
 which was jiggling about in his face. As they went up
 the stairs a young chorus on the television began to
 sing: "Here's the story, about a lovely lady..."  

                            **

 Sabrina opened her eyes. She was in someone's house.
 Not her's, not the Steven's. She turned slowly. There
 were some stairs. There was an open door to a den. In
 there was a sofa, and a television, of course. There
 was a couple on the sofa. The couple were making out.
 The guy had a full, make that a very full head of
 black hair. The girl had long straight blonde hair.
 Suddenly she shoved herself away from his embrace, an
 angry look on her face. "Peter! How many times have I
 told you? Not below the waist!"

 The young man just smiled. "I'm sorry Marcia, but I
 just can't help it, you are just too beautiful."

 Sabrina gasped, it was Peter and Marcia from the "Brady
 Bunch". 

 Marcia turned at Sabrina's gasp. She jumped off the
 sofa, her face really angry now. "Peter," she nearly
 screamed, "I thought you said the house was empty."

 "I...I thought it was." Peter shrugged, clearly more
 amused than upset at Marcia's outburst. 

 Marcia snorted loudly, tossed her hair back over her
 shoulders and stomped out of the room in a huff. Sabri-
 na had to hide a smile. It was hard to be impressed by
 Marcia's haughty exit when her blouse was unbuttoned
 to her waist, and one breast was clearly visible be-
 neath an upraised bra cup.

 Peter was standing now, obviously giving Sabrina the
 once over. He had on a flowered shirt, open to the
 waist, that was complimented not at all by a white
 belt and a pair of bell bottom pants.  "Hi there good
 looking," he said, "are you looking for Jan?"

 "Jan?" asked Sabrina, wondering how to explain her
 presence this time, "Uh yeah, I guess so." 

 Peter gestured at the couch, "Would you like to join
 me?" Clearly the invitation wasn't only to sit. 

 "Do you hit on every female that crosses your path? I
 mean, you were just making out with your sister."

 "Hey," said Peter, "they're not blood relations."

 "They? You mean Jan too?" 

 Peter spread his arms. "What Marcia does, Jan has to
 do better. She's so jealous. But hey, there's plenty
 of Peter," he gave Sabrina a knowing wink, "to go
 around."

 Sabrina shook her finger at Peter. "You're nothing but
 an egotistical, over sexed, badly dressed jerk who's
 having a bad hair day." 

 Peter just shrugged, spun around and plopped down on
 the sofa, which left Sabrina's finger pointing at the
 television.
 
 And then the lights went out. "Oh damn."
 
 Peter heard the front door open and close. When he
 looked over his shoulder, Jan was standing there in
 her miniskirt and tight sweater. "Hi Jan, you're back
 early, did you see your friend?"

 "Friend?" asked Jan. "Who was it? I didn't see anyone."

 "I don't think she gave her name. Maybe she went out
 the back." Peter grinned at Jan. "Why don't you come
 over here and sit on my lap. We'll talk about the
 first thing that pops up." Jan smiled back and came
 to the couch. Peter turned and stretched out his arm
 on the back of the couch. He glanced at the television.
 Cool, he thought, "The Avengers" was on. He could look
 at that sexy Emma Peel, in her tight leather body suit,
 while making out with Jan.

 "Have you seen Marcia today?" asked Jan as she slid
 onto Peter's lap.

 Peter slid his hand up the girls thigh. "Yeah, she was
 right here a few minutes ago. You know, I think her
 legs may be as smooth as yours."

 Jan put her arm's around Peter's neck. "In that case,
 you'll just have to move your hand a little higher,"
 she whispered in his ear. 

                           **  

 Sabrina opened her eyes. She was in someone's living
 room again. A small but elegant one. She turned slowly,
 examining the room. All the furnishings were in very
 good taste. Even the television was in a cabinet that
 could be closed to hide its true function.  

 A door across the room opened and tall, slim woman
 with dark hair entered. When she saw Sabrina, the
 woman stopped in her tracks. Raising an eyebrow, she
 said in a cultured British accent, "May I help you?"

 Sabrina starred wide eyed at the woman. "You're Emma
 Peel," she practically squealed. "Thank goodness,
 somebody who can cope with weird stuff. You see at
 first I was at home and then Samantha said I was jump-
 ing dimensions, and then there was that awful Peter
 Brady, and..."

 Mrs. Peel held up her hand. She cocked her head a bit,
 looking thoughtful, "Perhaps I should bring in Steed.
 I think he should hear this," she said with a wry lit-
 tle smile.

 "Oh sure, good idea."

 Mrs. Peel turned and walked to the door. "Please take
 a chair, I'll be right back, just going to use the
 telephone." She closed the door behind her. 

 Sabrina sighed, maybe she was finally going to get
 some help. She looked at the chair, but was too excited
 to sit. She took a turn about the room, examining one
 thing and another. As she neared the door she could
 hear Mrs. Peel's muffled voice. She must be talking to
 Steed right now, thought Sabrina. She put her ear to
 the door. 

 "Yes constable, this is Diana Rigg. Could you send
 someone around to my flat. There's a young lady here,
 American I think, who seems to think I'm actually Emma
 Peel. She's asking for my help with some sort of fan-
 tastic problem ... No, I don't think she's dangerous...
 Yes, yes...Thank you very much." 

 Sabrina heard the phone being hung up and then foot-
 steps coming nearer. She ran back across the room and
 took a seat. She tried to get things straight in her
 mind. As she saw it there was good news and bad news.
 The good news was that she was apparently back in her
 own dimension. Obviously, she had been talking to
 Diana Rigg the actress and not Emma Peel the fictional
 character. And somewhere her aunts and even her parents
 were alive. The bad news, of course, was that she was
 about thirty years out of her own time. More bad news,
 the police were on their way. Hmmm... maybe that could
 work to her advantage. She was obviously an American.
 Maybe they would allow her a  trans-Atlantic telephone
 call. Maybe they would allow several of them, since
 she wasn't really sure where her aunts were in this
 time. And then maybe they would give her time to talk
 her aunts into believing that she was a time hopping
 niece from the future. And maybe waiting here wasn't
 such a good idea after all. And maybe she'd better get
 her butt out of here But before she could act, Diana
 came back in the room. 
 
 "Steed will be here in a few minutes." She was smiling
 the smile of someone who wants everyone to remain calm.
 
 Sabrina stood up slowly. "You know, I may have made a
 mistake. I think I'll just be going." She tried to
 slide past the older woman.

 Rigg took Sabrina's hand. "Now dear, we don't want
 Steed to make his trip for nothing, do we?"

 Sabrina tugged her arm. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Any
 excuse to be with you and all that."

 "You flatter me dear, but I must insist." She pulled
 Sabrina's arm in one direction and pushed her opposite
 shoulder the other direction. Sabrina spun away from
 the door, losing her balance. She was thinking that Ms
 Rigg must have learned some judo from portraying Mrs.
 Peel when she saw the fingers of her flailing hand line
 up with the television.

 And then the lights went out. "Oh crap."

 Rigg's hand closed on air. Without Sabrina's counter
 weight, Rigg fell to the floor, but she immediately
 jumped up. Where had that girl gone? Rigg ran through
 each of the rooms of her apartment. She wasn't to be
 seen. As unlikely as it seemed, she must have gone out
 the door.

 Rigg wandered back to the living room and dropped into
 a chair in front of the television to await the police.
 On the TV was a documentary about the battle of
 Britain. My God, thought Rigg, it was the sixties, how
 much longer could they possibly rehash the second World
 War.

                            **

  Sabrina opened her eyes. No living room this time. She
 was outside, sitting in a field. She could see a hedge,
 or was it a row of trees, hundreds of yards in the
 distance. She heard a soft roar. She felt a vibration
 through the ground. The roar became louder and then
 there was a thunderous whooshing and roaring. Before
 she could turn to look, a half dozen single engine,
 propeller driven airplanes ate up the sky over her
 head. They were so close she could see one of the
 pilots as he looked down on her. 

 Sabrina was a bit stunned. She watched the planes until
 they disappeared and their noise was a faint drone.
 After a moment she became aware of the sound of another
 engine. But this was the more familiar, softer brrr of
 a ground vehicle. She turned just in time to see a
 small truck, of a very square nonmodern design,
 driving in her direction. Sabrina stood and knocked
 the dirt off her clothes. The truck stopped within a
 few feet of where she was standing. A man in a brown
 colored uniform shirt stuck his head out the window. 

 "Here now young lady, what are you doing on the field?"
 His British accent was so thick she could hardly under-
 stand the man.

 "I'm sorry, I got lost." More lost than I can say, she
 thought.

 "Hop in then, we'll just get you back."

 Sabrina climbed in the truck. The man crunched the
 gears and they were off toward a group of buildings in
 the distance.

 Sabrina spoke loudly over the engine and rattles of the
 truck  "Uh, what kind of planes were those?"

 "Spitfires of course. I'd think that every person in
 England would know what a Spitfire looks like. But you
 aren't British, are you? Canadian?" 

 "American actually." 

 "Ah, then you'd be with those Lady Aide people."

 "Uh...yeah, those guys," she agreed, hoping she
 wouldn't have to prove it. What else could she say?
 Pardon me but I'm traveling in time and space. Could
 you direct me to the nearest witch? I'll need some
 help to get home. And just where in time was she?
 Those planes were used in World War Two, weren't they?

 "How are things going with you?" she asked, trying to
 keep up some sort of conversation that wouldn't make
 her sound like an idiot.

 "They'd go much bloody better, pardon my language miss,
 if you Yanks would get in the fight before that effing
 bloody, pardon me again, Hitler sits on the King's
 throne."

 Yep, thought Sabrina, we got your World War right here.

 "I'm sure we'll be here before you know it," she said
 with encouragement.

 "I hope you're right miss." They pulled up next to a
 truck, one larger than the one in which they rode. A
 group of men, she took to be ground crew for the
 planes, stood next to the larger truck drinking coffee
 and eating doughnuts. "Now don't go wondering about,
 it can be dangerous."

 Sabrina jumped out the door. "Thanks," she yelled back
 as he drove away. 

 It took Sabrina about a second to realize that someone
 in the larger truck was handing out the food and drink.
 She felt her stomach complain that it was empty, and
 wasn't it long past time to eat something? She walked
 around the side of the truck. This side of the bed was
 open. Two women were handing out the coffee and dough-
 nuts. Sabrina approached the truck slowly. Obviously
 she wasn't one of the ground crew. She hoped the women
 wouldn't balk at giving her something. She arranged her
 face in its best soulful, could I please have a few
 crumbs look, and stared up... and into...the face of
 her Aunt Zelda.

 "Would you like some coffee?" asked Zelda.

 Sabrina noticed the cup in her hand. "Oh, please, yes."
 She took the cup, starring at Zelda. Her aunt looked
 different of course. She looked just a bit younger than
 the woman Sabrina knew her as. Witches aged very slowly
 of course. Good thing for someone who might live sev-
 eral centuries. The biggest change in her looks, from
 the woman of the nineties that Sabrina knew, was her
 clothing and hair. She was wearing a sort of uniform
 looking skirt, blouse and jacket in a particularly ugly
 shade of brown. And her hair, Sabrina didn't know what
 to call the style, but it was absolutely ancient. 

 Noticing her stare, Zelda asked, "Do I know you, dear?"
 asked Zelda. 

 "Uh, not yet, I guess." Sabrina had a small inspira-
 tion. She tapped the side of her cup of coffee, mumbled
 a few words, and then showed it to Zelda as the coffee
 began to boil. It was one of the first spells she'd
 learned. It sure came in handy when she wanted to keep
 her cocoa hot on a cold day. 

 "Perhaps we should talk," said Zelda, looking at the
 steaming cup. "Meet me at the door." She nodded toward
 the back of the truck. "Hilda, I'll be back in a few
 minutes."

 Sabrina hadn't realized until that second that the
 other woman was her Aunt Hilda. "OK," called Hilda,
 not even turning her head. She had both her elbows on
 the counter, captivating a group of young soldiers
 with a clear, eye level, view of her cleavage.

 Sabrina met Zelda at the rear of the truck. They walked
 until they were out of earshot of anyone. "So, you're
 a witch," said Zelda, "Are you sure we haven't met?" 

 Sabrina clasped her hands and stretched out her arms
 in nervousness. "Well...it's sort of complicated. You
 see, in about thirty years I'll become your niece."

 Zelda was no dummy, it took about a second for her to
 interpret Sabrina's meaning. Amazement showed on her
 face, "You've come back in time? Did the Witches
 Council send you? Is it something about the war?"

 Zelda suddenly looked so intense she startled Sabrina
 "No, I swear it was some sort of accident. First I was
 home and then in another dimension and now here and I
 hope you believe me," her voice caught and she almost
 sobbed, "because I don't know what to do, and I'm just
 so tired."

 "Now, now dear," Zelda said, wrapping her arms around
 the girl. "Time travel without the council's permission
 is serious business, but I'm sure we can straighten it
 out." She put her hands on Sabrina's shoulders and
 looked into her eyes, "Now, you say you're my niece?"

 Sabrina sniffed loudly and nodded, "Uh huh."

 "You don't mind if I ask a few questions, do you?"

 Sabrina knew that her ever practical aunt would have
 to check out her claim to be part of the family. "No
 of course not." 

 They walked aimlessly and talked about family for
 several minutes until Zelda seemed satisfied as to
 Sabrina's pedigree. She finally said, "Why don't you
 tell me exactly how you got here. But please try to
 tell me as little as possible about the future."

 Sabrina turned in a circle, examining their surround-
 ings. 

 "What are you looking for?" asked a puzzled Zelda.

 "Television sets."

 "Television? In the middle of an airfield?"

 "Apparently, I can't be too careful." Sabrina then
 recounted her adventures of the last couple of hours.
 Was it as short a time as that? 

 "And that's all?" asked Zelda, looking skeptical. "You
 haven't left out anything?" 

 "Like what?"

 "Like what were you doing before the incident at home?"

 "Uh, I was on the porch with my boyfriend."

 "And you were?"

 "Kissing, we were kissing goodnight."

 "And you felt?"

 Sabrina began to fidget. "I felt nice."

 "Nice?"

 "Oh you know, kind of sexy?"

 "Just kind of?"

 Sabrina took a deep breath. "OK, I was horny! All
 right? He made my pussy wet without even touching it.
 I probably would have masturbated when I went to bed.
 Is that what you mean?"

 "That may be more than I needed to know, but yes
 Sabrina, that's what I meant. I don't know what I'm
 teaching you in the future, but you have to know that
 sexual stimulation, especially some of the first rushes
 of a teenager, can make for powerful witchcraft. And
 any sort of machine, particularly electrical ones, can
 really screw up unguarded magic."

 Sabrina interrupted, "And while we're talking about
 what happened at home. Why didn't you just stop me?
 You knew what was going to happen."

 "Actually,  you hadn't done anything in this time yet
 for me to remember then."

 "Huh?"

 "You see, there are no real paradoxes in time travel,
 but it does require some fifth dimensional math to
 describe what happens when interdimentional sliding
 flux is congruent with...well I don't mean to lecture."
 She noticed that Sabrina's eyes had begun to glaze
 over. 
 
 "Don't worry about it, Aunt Zelda. At the risk of re-
 vealing the future, you tend to lecture then too."

 Zelda cleared her throat and crossed her arms under
 her ample bosom. 

 "I'm sorry," Sabrina apologized. "Does that mean you
 know how to help me?"

 "Yes, I think a simple reversing spell will do the
 trick."

 "Simple? As in here and now?" Sabrina stepped back
 and spread her arms as if ready to be zapped. 

 "No, I mean simple in theory. The application may not
 be so easy. First we'll have to find a television set."

 "Oh," was all Sabrina could manage. They headed back
 to the coffee and doughnuts truck. When they arrived,
 Zelda had to break in on an intimate conversation
 between Hilda and one of the young pilots. 

 "Zelda, I want you to meet Reginald. Reginald, this
 is my sister Zelda." Hilda smiled at Zelda, "We have
 a date tonight." 

 "No you don't."

 "I don't?" Hilda looked confused.

 "No. We have to go to London to help our niece,
 Sabrina."  Sabrina, standing next to Zelda, gave Hilda
 a little wave.

 Hilda looked from Sabrina to her sister, "But we don't
 have a niece named Sabrina."

 "Exactly, that's why we have to go."

 "So she," Hilda nodded at Sabrina, "isn't her?"

 "Of course she is."

 "But...I...Now I'm really confused. Did I miss some-
 thing?"

 Zelda smiled apologetically at Reginald as she pushed
 Hilda and Sabrina  toward the cab of the truck. "All
 will be explained. Just say goodbye to Reggie and get
 in."

 An hour later they were well into the city of London.
 Sabrina had gone through her exploits once more for
 the benefit of Hilda. Hilda said excitedly, "This is
 so great. You can tell us what stocks to buy; what
 teams to bet on; who's going to be President. That is,
 if there is a President. We do win the war don't we?"

 Zelda broke in, "Don't you dare tell us anything
 Sabrina. Hilda, you know we can't learn anything about
 the future. Do you want the Council down on us? Do you
 want to spend the next hundred years as a toad?"

 "No, I just want to spend it rich."

 Zelda pulled the truck to a stop. She looked across
 the street and said, "We're here."

 Sabrina followed her aunt's gaze. The discreet sign
 on the building across the street read: The Television
 Services of the British Broadcasting Corporation. "No
 doubt there'll be some TV's in there, but don't you
 think the building will be full of people?"

 Zelda stepped out of the truck, "They stopped broad-
 casting when the war started because they didn't want
 to give the German planes a signal to home in on. And
 it's getting late, I doubt there'll be anyone working."
 
 By that time the three women had crossed the street and
 were approaching the entrance. Suddenly they saw a
 soldier step from the shadow of the door. "No one here
 except us armed and wary guards," said Sabrina. 

 "Stay calm. No problem," said Zelda. She waved her
 fingers and said a few magical words. By the time they
 got to the soldier he was unmoving and didn't seem to
 notice the women.

 Hilda stopped in front of the soldier. He looked to be
 in his late thirties. A good looking chap with dark
 hair and neat mustache. Probably a civil servant doing
 a bit of extra duty for King and country. Hilda
 straightened a wrinkle in his uniform and adjusted his
 helmet to a more jaunty angle. She smiled, "You are so
 cute."     

 Zelda rolled her eyes and pulled her sister by the
 sleeve, "Will you please come on. I can't believe it,
 you're flirting with a man who doesn't even know you're
 there. He should ignore us for hours."

 The door lock was the work of a few seconds, and
 another spell. The three made their  way inside and
 across a reception area. Faint lights led the way down
 a hall with offices on either side.  The last door at
 the end of the hall was a double one and it opened
 onto a room the size of a tennis court, two stories
 tall. It was obviously the broadcast studio. Several
 banks of lights hung above two huge, boxy cameras
 pointed in the general direction of several sets. 

 One set contained a simple desk with a map hanging be-
 hind. Another set looked as if it were an interview
 area, with a sofa, chair and low coffee table. A third
 set tried and failed miserably to look as if it were
 in the jungle.

 "Hey guys," cried Hilda, "I think this is what we
 want." She was pointing at a door at one end of the
 studio. Zelda and Sabrina made their way to her side.
 Hilda gestured inside the room. The girls looked
 around, the room contained a conference table, with
 several well padded chairs, and in a corner was a
 television, with a bottled water dispenser next to it.  

 "Oh great," cried Zelda. She ran around the table and
 turned on the set. In a minute or so there was the
 familiar and snowy picture of a television with no
 signal to interpret. 

 OK, Sabrina why don't you sit here." She gestured to
 one of the chairs and Sabrina sat, looking hopefully
 at her aunt.  Zelda stood over her niece. She took a
 deep breath, "Now for the spell that will give you a
 negative charge, so to speak." Zelda circled a finger
 around Sabrina's head mummering and incanting. A blue
 glow appeared around Sabrina. It grew denser until
 Sabrina was barely visible and then the glow faded.

 "There," said Zelda, taking another deep breath. "Now
 it's up to you Sabrina."

 "I just have to point at the TV?"

 "No dear, don't forget about the sexual tension."

 Sabrina looked down, between her legs. "You mean I
 have to...."

 Zelda nodded, "I'm afraid so dear, you do know how,
 don't you?"

 "Yeah, but it's sort of hard to be in the mood...
 you know?"

 "I'm sure she wants to be alone," chipped in Hilda.

 "Well, of course we'll leave the room." Zelda looked
 thoughtful. "This should help." She walked to the
 bottled water and drew a cup. Zelda stuck her finger
 in the water and mummered another spell. "Here," she
 handed the cup to Sabrina. "This will loosen some of
 your inhibitions." 

 Hilda ran over. "How do you make that stuff?"

 "Never mind," said Zelda. "I don't think you have any
 inhibitions that need to be loosened."

 "I was thinking of you." Hilda stuck out her tongue
 at her sister. 

 Zelda stuck out her own tongue and then turned back
 to Sabrina. "Now Sabrina just sip that as you feel the
 need ...or go ahead and gulp it down like you just did
 and, uh, we'll wait outside." She and Hilda moved
 toward the door. "We'll check on you in a few minutes.
 Or in thirty years or so...I hope...good luck." 

 "Bye," was all Sabrina could manage as her aunts left.
 She sighed, OK, sexual tension, think about Harvey.
 She leaned back in the chair, taking a deep breath.
 That was nice, with Harvey. It seemed like days ago,
 but it was really just a few hours ago that she was
 warm and snug in his well muscled arms. She'd turned
 her face to his. They'd kissed lightly at first.
 Sabrina could feel his warm lips on her's. Then they'd
 both parted their lips. Their tongues slid wet and hot
 around one another. 

 With her eyes closed, Sabrina reclined in the soft
 leather covered chair. Zelda's potion made her not
 care about where she was, nor what she was doing.
 Sabrina eased her hand into the front of her jeans.
 Her fingers rubbed slowly at first and then more
 quickly over her clit. She could feel the flush
 adiating from her breasts up her neck and face. She
 suddenly realized that her sexual tension was about
 to peak and spill over. She opened her eyes and raised
 her fist to the TV screen. When she felt her orgasm
 was just seconds away, Sabrina snapped her finger
 toward the television and...

 In the hallway Zelda and Hilda leaned against the wall.
 "You think she's through?" asked Zelda. 

 Hilda shrugged, and looked at her watch. "I would be."
 She smiled. "I would've been through two or three times
 by now."

 Zelda smirked, "I'm sure you would have. I don't see
 how..." She stopped when the door next to her opened.
 Sabrina stuck her head out. 

 "It didn't work." 

 "Didn't work?!" cried Zelda. "Are you sure that
 your...uh ...tension..."

 "Yes, I'm sure," said Sabrina, frustrated that she was
 still here and that her approaching orgasm had gone
 poof, like one of her failed spells. 

 Zelda walked back into the room and looked around.
 There was something about that snowy TV picture that
 bothered her. Suddenly she smacked herself on the
 forehead with the heel of her hand. "Of course," she
 spun to look at Sabrina and Hilda. "A picture...we
 need a picture on the screen." She grabbed Hilda and
 headed to the studio. "Sabrina," she called over her
 shoulder, "Sabrina, do what ever you need to do to...
 uh...get ready again. And watch the screen, when you
 see a picture, do it."

 Hilda stumbled along behind her sister. "You're going
 to turn on all this equipment? Do you know how?" 

 "I'm not sure, but It can't be too hard to figure out."
 She stopped in front of a bank of switches and dials
 and meters that seemed to stretch from floor to ceil-
 ing. Or maybe I spoke too soon, she thought. But she
 had a scientific bent. She knew how television worked.
 In theory, that is.

 For one thing, you needed lots of light. That was pro-
 bably these heavy switches right here. She grabbed a
 large handle and pulled. Lights bright enough to make
 her blink and shield her eyes flooded the set contain-
 ing the sofa and chairs. Zelda pointed to the camera
 nearest that set. "Hilda, tell me when there's power
 to that camera." Hilda nodded. With the lights on,
 Zelda could see a large number two on the side of the
 camera. Ah ha, she thought. Turning back to the bank
 of switches, she found a switch that was marked '#2
 POWER'. She hit the switch. 

 A minute later Hilda cried, "That's it."

 Zelda hoped that the rest of the switches and dials
 were for fine adjustments that she wouldn't need to
 fool with. She ran back to the door of Sabrina's room
 and peeked in. She gave a sigh of relief to see a
 picture of  the sofa and chair on the screen. Then she
 ran back to the studio, and grabbed Hilda once more,
 dragging her to the well lit sofa. 

 Hilda protested, "I wish you'd drag me around by the
 other hand. This one's getting sore." She pried her
 hand from her sister's grasp as they collapsed on the
 sofa. "Now what are we doing?"

 "We're giving Sabrina something to focus on. A picture
 of us should help her get back to her own time."

 "Well, I suppose." said Hilda. "But what happens if
 he's in the picture?"

 "He?" Zelda followed her sister's gaze and  peered
 past the bright lights. The soldier who had been stand-
 ing guard at the main door was coming at them, rifle in
 hand.

 Hilda hissed at her sister, "I thought you said he
 would ignore us for hours?"

 "I...he...it...I mean the spell should last that long.
 That is, unless he got sprinkled with water. That
 undoes the spell."

 As he approached, the two witches could see that the
 soldier was, in fact, so wet, that the hot lights were
 causing a cloud of mist to rise from the man's back.

 "Well look at that, it's raining in England," said
 Hilda, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Who would've
 thought?"

 Zelda stifled a retort. She was getting tired of doing
 all the thinking, while her sister criticized. She put
 on her best smile for the soldier and whispered into
 her sisters ear, "If you think you can handle him
 better, then be my guest."

 Hilda glanced at her sister, saw that she was perfectly
 serious, and then looked back to the soldier. She
 cleared her throat, and stood. "I suppose you're
 wondering..."

 Meanwhile, back in her room, Sabrina was thinking sex,
 sex, sex. The potion that her Aunt Zelda had given her
 had really kicked in. She'd pulled her jeans and
 panties down to her knees, and then thrown a leg over
 an arm of the chair. She'd curled one finger onto the
 soft bump of her G-spot and another tickled her clit.
 She cared not at all about how lewd her pose would look
 if anyone walked in on her.

 She was well into a fantasy of a rampant Harvey, clad
 in leather bikini shorts and nothing else, when the
 tiny TV screen in front her cleared to show her aunts
 taking a seat. Well, she thought, not exactly what
 you'd call erotic viewing, but what could she expect?
 Sabrina was about to close her eyes and drift back to
 Harvey land, when she saw the soldier appear on the
 screen. 

 Sabrina's fingers slowed their stimulation as she
 watched to see how this bit of drama would play itself
 out. There was no sound, but Sabrina could see her Aunt
 Hilda stand and begin talking. She spoke constantly,
 gesturing here and there, making plaintive faces to
 gain his sympathy. After a minute or so the soldier
 visibly began to relax. 

 Zelda stood and gestured to something off the screen.
 The soldier nodded to her and she left. 

 Hilda's body language spoke volumes. She was flirting
 shamelessly. She played with her hair. She made and
 broke eye contact. She laughed whenever he spoke and
 then moved into his personal space, touching his arm
 lightly every few seconds.

 A few minutes later Zelda returned holding two cups.
 She offered Hilda and the soldier the cups and then
 turned away while looking into the camera, she gave
 Sabrina a little wink. As Sabrina watched her aunt and
 the soldier sip their refreshment, she wondered if it
 was the same stuff that Zelda had made for her. She
 hoped so, damn she was horny, but watching a couple
 just stand and talk was so... Oh? What was this? The
 soldier was taking off his helmet and then the vest
 looking thingie that held his equipment. Now he took
 Hilda in his arms and kissed her. 

 All right! thought Sabrina, go for it Aunt Hilda. She
 watched her aunt lean into the soldiers kiss. Sabrina
 could see their open mouths and tongues thrashing back
 and forth. Hilda pulled his shirt out of the man's
 pants and ran her hands up his chest and across his
 back. 

 Sabrina's fingers had resumed their massage of her
 clit and g-spot. Normally it took her several minutes
 to really feel worked up, but now she felt an absolute
 rush as her orgasm built quickly.  She watched as the
 soldier smoothed one hand over Hilda's ass, while the
 other cupped her breast. 

 Oh gosh, here it comes, thought Sabrina she felt that
 hot wave of sensation that would trigger more and more
 waves begin to build. She had to cum, but she had to
 get home too. Her hands seem to have a will of their
 own as she raced toward a climax. It took all Sabrina's
 will power to drag her hand away from all that poten-
 tial pleasure and stab her finger at the television
 screen. 

 And then the lights went out. "Ohhhhhh...uhhhhh...."

                           **

 Sabrina opened her eyes. She was back home; she was
 with her aunts; she was on her couch; she was fully
 clothed; she was pointing at the TV. Sabrina snatched
 her hand back so quickly that she slapped herself on
 the breast. 

 Apparently, no time at all had elapsed in her own
 world. Her aunts were still calmly sitting, but then
 they both looked startled as their newly acquired
 memories flooded into their consciousness. "Thank
 goodness you're all right," said a suddenly relieved
 looking Zelda.

 Hilda smiled, "I knew you could do it."

 Sabrina jumped off the couch, "Thanks guys, but...uh...
 I've got to catch Harvey. Maybe he hasn't left yet."
 She practically ran out the door.

 Zelda smiled, "Now isn't that sweet. All the stuff
 she's just been through and she still thinks of Harvey
 first."

 "I know I'd be worn out. " nodded Hilda. "All that
 travel in dimensions and time. And especially that
 potion that you gave her, I..." 

 The two women stared at each other for a long second
 and then ran for the door. "Sabrina?! Sabrina, you come
 back here!!!"  

 End
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