“Steve?” I heard an indistinct female voice say.I groaned softly from the pounding headache; only a croak came out when I tried to speak. I felt h...nds remove the oxygen mask and then a straw against my lips. I sucked gently and choked on the water, then tried again and swallowed.“Steve?” a male voice I now recognized as Al Barton’s said.“Al?” I responded weakly.“Just relax.”“My head hurts,” I whispered, wishing the gnome with the hammer would stop pounding on the inside of my skull.“You had a. Why there areonly wanted posters around for female fashion-witches.Cassy: I guess-Evelyn: Well, most male fashion-witches are easy to spot. Not as witchesmind you, but they dress erratically. That often leads to their downfallas they stand out enough to attract predatory stronger fashion-witches.Evelyn: Just imagine thirty or more pieces of clothing and jewelry on aguy. Social circumstances make him stick out like a sore thumb. But someuse this to their advantage. Met a guy once - punk-look. With that I popped open the lube and coated a couple of fingers in it as well as squeezing some right onto her rosebud ansking are you sure? She says yes I am sure you may not be my first but you will be the first to have me there, so without any further waiting I start to work a finger into her ass feeling her muscles contracting around it as I slowly work it in and out. Once that on is sliding pretty fairly I start to work a secind finger in, I can her her moans and grunts as I push my secind. Vasily and the woman exchanged what sounded like questions. They looked towards her door then each other, then he leaned forward, jutting his furry brow as he peered back at the tiny pinhole. Carie held her breath and froze.Vasily muttered something. Again she couldn’t understand it, but he punctuated one word that sounded like ‘pat-sook’.“Pat-sook?” the blonde repeated. Then she laughed again. She continued to laugh and carry on as they went into his apartment.She listened for his door to shut.