Secret stories she'd said sternly, constantly wagging a warning fingerthat had been passed on down to her by her mother and grandmother ofstrange and ...nexplicable happenings, rituals and occasional mysteriousdisappearances - much like Brendan's as well I'd thought shuddering...Of the secret pagan Wiccan festivals particularly of Beltane and Samhain;of women's underground covens in the middle of centuries old deep darkforests; of white witches and stone circles and transformations under afull. The man reached behind Hector and cut the zip-ties off of him. I didn’t even realized it but Hector was tied up like I was. Hector leaned close to me and said, ‘We gotta do this man, trust me don’t fight it, just give into it. it’ll be ok.’ ‘Do what?’ I asked. Hector looked at the man. The man said, ‘Hector’s gonna ride your dick till you both shoot your loads all over the place. And I’m gonna tape it.’ he said with a sinister matter-of-fact tone and added smirk. My dick at this point was. She wished he would just rip her clothes off and take her like an a****l. She could sense that Rick was far from an a****l, he was in control of the situation, overpowering her with his sophistication and natural ease. He carefully undid the buttons on her blouse as she watched in amazement. He slid the sleeves of her shirt down her arms and tossed it on the floor. Her breathing grew heavier. Next, he undid her pants and discarded them with ease as well. She was before him in her sensible. It is completely silent and only the ticking of the clock is heard as we wait in anticipation of the newly accepted were. The clock stands tall at 5 feet and is elaborately carved from oak and cherry, and dates back to the 15th century coming from our ancestors in Europe. The clock was a huge symbol in our life, all the time reminding us of our unique condition. Opposed to what the legend and stories say about weres, we do not morph every time we see a full moon. Actually the transformation is.