"No, but you will be sorry. I care very deeply about my gnomes, what do you care deeply about." You just stand there in silence, terrified by this cre...py old lady who really does resemble a witch. "My gnomes, I care very deeply about them. Maybe I should do something to someone you care very deeply about and the best part is that everyone will be oblivious to it. All except you. Hahahaha" You get on your bike and ride away as she cackles loudly. Even if she isn't a witch, you don't want to be. The last straw had been the pair of black bin collectors who had made a sandwich of the succulent Samantha in full view of the back-yard neighbors.Jeffrey was sorely tempted to beat his wife into sullen submission and good behavior but he was far too much in love with her to be so cruel. He just smiled and told it was time for them to both "move on" and gave her most of the money he had saved up during their thrifty life together. She was last seen getting into a red Jaguar with a seedy-looking. ]No one suspected a thing at first. Initial reports of a sorority house reeking of feet were no big deal. Everyone thought it was merely a case of poor hygiene, and the college's higher-ups informed the ladies that their feet stunk so bad that they could be smelled outside the house, and would need to be cleaned immediately. When they washed their feet, however, that rancid vinegary smell simply wouldn't go away. Shower after shower didn't put a dent in the smell, and it was slowly becoming. ‘And it was better, to wake up with you here.’ She wasn’t sure if what happened next was intentional, but suddenly they were kissing like the night he’d tickled her on the couch. Simon had been giving her such sweet, soft kisses, and then she turned her head a little and their lips met. They both stilled for a moment, but then the kiss resumed, with matching passion on both sides. Bad idea, bad idea , Connie kept thinking, but the thought was swept away by the intensity of Simon’s kiss and her.