Knock, Knock ... Goddess Suprema, Goddesss Suprema ...

*Oh, hi Percy ... so, I am Goddess Suprema, not Witch Suprema today ... feeling timid, sheepish are you.

Yes Goddess, it is true ... Your Witchy self thrills me, but frightens me too, and those Witchy protégés of yours are rather merciless.

*Yes Percy they are more Witch then Goddess and sort of frivolous ... just as young females should be. Are you complaining?

No Goddess, of course not ... well, no ... not now, but at the time .... I feel ... so ... diminished .... even as my penis sticks out like a finger and sort makes little motions like nodding yes.

*Of course it does, and that is you being you Percy ... but don't feel bad, both my Witch students and I deeply enjoy your emotions and your antics. We talk about you among ourselves and we quite approve ... your stocks are way up. What is it boy mouse?

Well .... "Am I a man or am I a mouse."

*Ha, ha, ha ... the age old question among you penis bearers. You so worry about that .... what do you think you are?

I am not so very sure, that is the problem, the confusion.

*My my ... are you a mouse man or a man mouse ... such a quandary .... because you are so sincere, and because you are genuine, I will give you a blessing ... You Percy are a man, and You Percy are a magical mouse. Za Zam .... Ha, ha, ha.

 A word of caution, your mouse whiskers have magical properties, they are extremely ticklish, once a lady even thinks about your nose twitching around her you know what ... she is in trouble, and so will you be ... remember, there are no such thing as fantasies ... everything has consequences. That said, to impregnate women with desire is not a bad thing but you should consort only with equals ... and also beware, they too have Gods and Goddesses that imbue them with magic as well ... in other words don't be a smarty pants.

Considering your most recent machinations of synchronicity Goddess Suprema I deeply, deeply thank you.

*Quite Percy, your Goddess is here anytime you want to run beneath her skirts and speak to the oracle, ha, ha. Ha ... you sincere little mouse, you do amuse me I might even say that I like you ... but beware ... when I get my Witch on I shall do with you as I see fit ... well within reason, I don't want to ruin you ... and there is another reason but that is not for now.

(Whew! Am I accessing my imagination or my Goddess. The more deeply I consider the matter the more mysterious things seem. I mean even when are we simply talking to one another what is happening? Words come out of a hole in somebody's head, and go into holes of other peoples heads. Is that not a mystery as well? But to the matter germane, methinks I must do research on magical mice in myth and history ... I do recall one immediately ... the Mouse and the Lion.)