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Incidents in the Life of a Magician's Assistant DIncidents in the Life of a Magician's Assistant:
Discovery and Experimentation
I have been a magician's assistant since my ninth birthday,
when I was cut in two in front of an audience of friends and
their parents. Since that day I have assisted fifteen or sixteen
magicians of various levels of competence and in the process
experienced just about every illusion and effect so many times it
would be difficult, if not impossible, to count. I've been sawn
every which way, divided at just about every place you can think
of, vanished completely or in part and penetrated by every sharp
and not so sharp implement you can name. Of course, each magician
does his illusions differently so, for example, dad, my first
magician, cut me in half just above the hips, but several of the
others cut me in half just below the ribs.
I discovered by accident, at the age of sixteen, that all this
magic was having an effect on me off-stage as well as on-stage. I
did not have as much experi
Julie's DateJulie's Date
For those who have not read the first eleven episodes of my
story (where have you been?):
My name is Julie. I am a 5'7" blond, with a good figure, aged 22.
I have just become an assistant the magician James. James has
another assistant, Mary, a 5'7" black girl, who is a bit older
than me. Mary and me have been victim to several of James' illusions
and enjoyed them, after the initial shock of some of the predicaments.
My new job seemed to be going well. I have been in the job for two
weeks and we finally did our first show with me and Mary together.
The phone rang. I had just started the chore of the laundry, so wasn't
very speedy at answering it. As I approached, the answering machine
squealed into life. I waited while the out-going message announced that
I was out or busy and asked the caller to leave a message after the tone.
"Umm ... I don't like talking to these things," started a hesitant male voice.
After a few more words about hoping