When left to concerned townsfolk, women suspected of sorcery were thrown into deep water in the belief that the evil that lived in them would prevent ...hem from drowning. The vast majority though were innocent, having done little more than speak out against someone. Of course, the sheer weight of their wet clothing would have made it difficult for any of them to regain the surface, so they drowned. If they survived, they proved their guilt and were put to death by fire. Many drowned right. " She said.I said nothing, just kept staring downwards, my head bowed in quietacceptance."I love the feel of the material on my skin; the delicate lace detailand the way it makes me feel all feminine when I wear it. Is that whatyou like too? Do you want to feel feminine, like a woman?"I nodded slowly, still looking at the floor."I love the way that men stare at my breasts when I wear that blouse.Is that that you want? Do you want men to stare at you with desire?"I waited a while, and then. We entered the bar, one of her 'Watering Holes', as she put it, 'Follow me', she said as we flitted past the long bar, 'Two Martini's', she said to the barman, whom seemed to know her, he nodded and we went down the stairs at the back to the dingy toilets, which smelt awful and stomach churning, but she reveled down here and we entered what seemed to be a men's toilet.She opted for the central cubical, and at once I saw the familiar holes in the walls, large enough for men to thrust themselves. Then I began to really notice her. She was smartly dressed and she had short brown hair. There was a smattering of gray in the brunette color. Then I noticed her hands. There were five nicely shaped fingers on each hand. She had such feminine fingers with two rings on each hand. There wasn't a diamond or a gold ring where it was important.I was smitten with this woman's beauty, poise and perfume. Normally I don't act on my impulses but after sitting next to her for some time, I could hardly.