Tonight her witches would fly, releasing small parachuted bags of sweets to the c***dren below. They would be a success.Caroline had invited me back t... her place for an early evening meal as thanks for my help. She would go to inaugurate her witches. I might be in the crowd or I might go out to a Halloween event at a pub. My work was done.After the meal Caroline asked me to join her in her studio. She had another work in progress.“This was a commission that came from someone who saw ‘The. Grace agreed with that and would let him know of her programme when she had rung the firms and made appointments. She actually got Angie to do that.There was a knock on her door. Hugh Walker, the General Manager, was standing there smiling.Grace rose to her feet and smiled back. “Good morning, Mr Walker,” she greeted him and then remained silent not knowing really what to say.“Good morning, Grace. How are things? Are you enjoying yourself?”“Very much, particularly the last two or three. If I could I would let my signal that I am awake be the touch of my tongue as I tuck the rogue hair back under the satin panties. But alas I can’t reach it. So I speak.“Does she know you are wearing her panties?” I ask. “Good Morning” she says. “It’s a very good morning, but is your aunt Joy going to be pissed about those panties?” “No, I asked and she said ok.” “I’ll bet she doesn’t know which pair you chose to wear.” “She should, she laid them on the vanity for me while I was in the shower.”. That statement reminded me off what could happen, but I pushed forward and went outside.The meeting place was going to be at a school near my house, it was a Sunday so no one should be there. I rode my bike up there and locked it up. I was there a little early, so I sat down on the curb and waited a few minutes until a car pulled into the lot and parked near the back. I walked up to his car and looked in to see a man of about 35 looking back at me. He opened the car door and motioned me inside..