Meine Zigaretten, Kondome… alles was eine brave Frau nicht in der Handtasche hat. Sich sicher etwas gefunden zu haben, was mich entlarvt war er scho...kiert. Das hörte ich an seinem Ruf „Was soll das?“ dem darauffolgenden Getrappel Richtung Badezimmer Und dem entsetzten „Kannst du mir das mal erklären?“. Oh wie hatte ich darauf gewartet. Ich war komplett auf diese Situation vorbereitet. Ich war die Bitch und die Finger in meiner Fotze hatten mich nass gemacht. So drehte ich mich dann vom. ..I kept hoping for the wind to change direction. We were three quarters of the way around the village, and the smoke had been blowing straight into my face for the last quarter.Meanwhile, I kept walking forward waiting for Jason and Kayley to cut runes into the soil on the boundary of the village so I could sprinkle the mix of salt, cow's milk and blood into the runes.You see, rituals are this weird mix of habit, an item's worth, circles, runes and intention. So, if you change something then. The next week I bought her some flowers and the week after a small box of her favourite chocolates. She thanked me each time, but as the presents became a normal part of each week the fuss she made began to die down. Eventually, after about six gifts in as many weeks had been accepted, I bought the big one. Again, the timing had to be just right. My chance came one afternoon when Mum was getting ready for her twice yearly date with some friends of hers. She and a bunch of her old schoolgirl. “This to your liking?” she asked. “Yes without question, I love this track.” “Well we have something else in common then, as I am also a big fan of Led Zeppelin,” she smiled. We cuddled into each other, and with my free hand, I stroked her long auburn hair, while Mandy stroked my arm with hers. We continued chatting and asking each other questions about each other while the music played in the back ground. We found ourselves laughing a lot, I could not remember the last time I had enjoyed a.