"Whoever you are in love with you are about to make a switch."
"She is Mitzi... the campus witch."
That was the last lines of the theme of the show I was in love with, Campus Witch. The song was belted out by a Sinatra sound-alike who had to flee the country under some very shady circumstances.
The show was only on for a season and a half in the 1960s; then it was pulled. Rumors flew about regarding everything from a dope problem with its stars to a curse put on the show. But I was in love with Mitzi, the main character, a witch of some tender two hundred years sent to live on earth as a student in a small town college, where mayhem ensued.
Sandy Snaps was her chubby girlfriend who had an equal amount of fans, she was sexy in her own way before the term "Big Beautiful Woman" became popular. Veteran character actors Charles M. Goodness and Veronica Howard played the school principal and the girl's dean at Willow College. Jane Affair played the blonde head witch that banished Mitzi to earth. Her slightly wooden on again off again boyfriend was played by Bond Tim followed, after his tragic accident by Larry Tinmore; like what had happened on that other witch show one of the leads had been replaced mid-season and nobody knew better, or nobody cared with Mitzi in front of the camera.
Mitzi, played by Mitzi Wells, dark haired, doe-eyed, tight waist, round behind and nearly perfect breasts. I had paid for a piece of "fan-art" with her kissing her "evil" blonde self, played by Mitzi in a wig of course.
Other than one get together at a comics convention in the 1970s the surviving cast (and there was all too few of them today) seldom got together. But I had all the material, the fan magazines, the laser discs (even thought I did not have a player) and even the bootleg soundtrack CD.
Working with Doc Handford in the lab I had one day mentioned the show and some of the mystery surrounding it. Doc scratched his head. You could see the scar on his forehead where the crystal had entered during the explosion. It was tough luck for him. Where it entered his brain had made it inoperable to remove. He would live a full life, but would suffer migraines that only marijuana could fix. That was part of my job as his assistant, to score killer weed for him.
One thing I forgot, to say was that it made him unbearably brilliant, but erratic. That is why besides me he was assigned a "handler" in the form of Susan Throne. Susan was a true ice maiden in a Hitchcockian sense. Blonde, perfect with blue eyes that hinted of both boundless passion and cruelty with a touch of her own madness.
"I remember that show." Doc said in the middle of an experiment and stopped working. He hummed the theme. He waited until Susan cleared her throat making him go back to work. On the dry-board to the right was written the number "3" which indicated his level of head ache, sometimes it was at zero but that was rare.
"How would you like to visit the show?" he asked me, I did not know what to say, I knew the set had burned down shortly after the series wrapped up; when they did the crappy movie about it in the 80's they had to reconstruct the set. But with Handford you never knew what he really meant.
He put down his work irritating Susan as he sat in thought, "I mean really visit the set, through time displacement.
Susan started to panic but reigned it in. It was not the first time she would go through this, and it was not the last.
Doc, stood still for a moment as he did the calculations then ran around the lab pulling what seemed to be random items out of supply lockers. Susan got a basket and dutifully picked everything off the floor.
By that afternoon Doc was in a deep state of zen, so it was best to leave him alone. I had other things to do.
"Yah! Yah! Put it up my ass harder! Harder! Fuck my ass!" Susan could even be a bit of a bitch when she was being fucked but it was at least bearable now. I pounded her fat but well-shaped ass, reaching around to pinch her nipples, which she also demanded I squeeze until she winced in pain.
She turned her head and said I better not cum until she finished. I used my free hand to finger her feeling the wetness squirt from her cunt. I kept it building up and up until with a clenching gasp she came, her ass squeezed my cock tight and I squirted deep into her asshole. When I pulled out the cum spilled from her now dilated asshole onto the bedspread which would annoy her later.
She turned around and had me hold her, I almost did not mind this either, we kissed deeply as we held each other.
"You are not crazy enough to jump into that wormhole he is building? Are you?"
I just stared up at the ceiling, she knew not to talk further, there were times I could face what Joanne did to me, and there were times I could not. It was during the latter times that I was less predictable than usual, even to myself. I don't know if it was self-destruction or a sense of peace, but I felt like nothing matter, that the world was an abstract and I just walked through it.
Later that day we were called back to the lab, Susan was back to her efficient cold self, which somehow turned me on.
In the lab was something that looked like a wishing well made of wife, there was a slight static buzz when you walked up to it. Looking down was the mindbender though, you should be seeing the title of the floor but everything blurred to infinity.
"Harness, provisions and recall device."
"Wait! Provisions, I am only going back to the 1960s, I think I can eat the food...that sounded so bizarre saying that just now."
"That is not why there are provisions, it is for the, for lack of a better term, fall," he said all too casually.
