Pino THE DANCER

Pino THE DANCERPino SWEET DREAMSPino SENSUALITY
' He picked up the hatbox.
Carding , very unpleasantly, back into his old familiar shape and age. There was something elastic about the way you were. The harder you threw it, the faster it came back. The worse it was when it hit, too. Spiked iron balls, broadswords and large heavy sticks with nails in were generally considered pretty fearsome weapons, but they were nothing at all compared to twenty years suddenly applied with considerable force to the back of the head.
This was because sourcery didn't seem to work on things that were instrinsically magicalcoughed into his drink. 'Don't put it away just yet,' he said, and took it out of the bursar's hands. 'I've always wanted to try this-’He turned to the big mirror on the bursar's wall and reverently lowered the hat on his rather grubby locks.It was the ending of the first day of the sourcery, and the wizards had managed to change everything except themselves.They had all tried, on the quiet and when they thought no-one else was looking. Even Spelter had a go, in the privacy of his study. He had managed to become twenty years younger with a torso you could crack rocks on, but as soon as he stopped concentrating he sagged