I should have listened to my granddad. By the way my name is Hank Wilson, and today I am at my parole hearing. It's been 30 years to the day.Like I sa...d before I should have listened to my granddad.Hank my granddad said, there will be days that you'll wish you could run away and hide. Other days you wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world. And then there are those days you'll want to bury and put it out of its misery. My granddad told me this with the look of pride in his eyes that. .. “Now we just have to dig him up.”Can’t you cast a spell?“That’s for advance students.” The witch says. “If you recall I told you that before.”You did, but you’ve cast spells before.“I have, but they were basic spells,” she agrees. “I learned those from other students. Plus raising the dead takes tremendous power.”Well, get to digging then. For once we’re going to get away without having to suck a dick or fuck one.“We still have to deal with Geubert,” the girl says casually.Yes, but we’ll. She lovingly ran her hands over the two small figures that were tattooed on either side and slightly below her navel. Erika stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Though it was small and compact like everything on the AC it was adequate for one person to stand in. She smiled as she thought, two could occupy it only if they were very intimate, but then that had already happened. These friends of hers, well family now, she corrected herself were very innovative and did many miraculous. I was outside playing with Max, which was something I did everyday with him as a part of his new "training" to see if he would let off some steam and maybe he would be as hyper when we were alone. I combined those outdoor exercises with indoor private, one-on-one training to keep him from randomly thrusting at me uncontrollably, and it was working because within a few months he was much more calm. I tossed the ball as far as I could so Max would run a longer distance to fetch it and bring it.