I returned to my home in the Santa Cruz mountains and renewed my interest in the occult. Smoking a joint, I wrote a composite of my dream man in my diary, describing his looks, finances, and Lamborghini. A few days later a friend and I stopped by to visit someone. In the driveway was a gray Lamborghini. Remembering my dream man, I held my breath and entered the house. There, sitting at the table, was Stuart, the man I had described in my diary. We fell in love, and he took me to Hawaii for breakfast the next morning. I became pregnant with his child, though he insisted he was sterile.

Tormented by Stuart's horrible lie, I had an abortion and got my tubes tied. Later, with his conscience bothering him, he admitted he had deceived me and offered to marry me and adopt a child. I refused.

I picked Heather up and went back East. I became involved with a famous hairdresser for the summer. When I returned to California, I rented another apartment on Malibu Beach. Still in love with Stuart, I turned to witchcraft and started casting spells to get him back. During this same period, I received letters from my dead husband through automatic writing. Such a drastic change occurred in me that my sister and some of my friends were afraid of me.