“This is yours?” I asked in disbelief. “Yeah,” Pat softly replied. “I have two of them. Do you want one?” “Two?” I replied – trying ...o hide my astonishment. “Yea,” Pat replied. “I’m selling the other one.” I followed Pat up the sidewalk and stepped into a huge marble floored foyer, that had a glass wall that overlooked a pool that overlooked the city skyline. Now this was a house! I could probably go on about the house, but I won’t. Pat closed the door behind us and latched the lock. I was. By their own admission, they claimed to be 176 years old. That in itself was preposterous. And the part about being cursed by a witch, well that was preposterous, too. How in the world had I ever gotten involved in this?I finally decided that I would finish the work on the tractor and then resign. I just couldn't see myself working for this pair. I would have to find another job, too. Having reached my decision, I felt much better and prepared for bed.I had only been asleep for a little while,. She saved me, again.It was a boiling hot day in southwest Washington. I think the thermometer topped off at 105 degrees, and it was dry as a barbecue pit in hell. All of us were pretty much loafing in the house with the windows open and fans blowing as hard as they could. The cows were huddled miserably in the barns and under trees. All we wanted to do was sleep."Let's go to the lake," Tabby said suddenly. She was curled up on the floor listlessly turning the pages of a comic book.I perked up. Soon he was working very fast. I held off as I waited for Camsa to give me something I wanted since I first met him.He pumped wildly then pushed hard as if to go as deep as possible. He picked up his hips to drive in again and again until he was empty and just rested. I cleaned him off the way I liked to be cleaned and waited for him to move.Camsa released me with a long suck and got off. He went to where his clothes were but I couldn't see what he was doing in the dark. In a moment he found my.