"He told me something else that was right too. He said it would start itching like crazy in a while, but said not to put nothing down in there and try...to scratch. I promised him I wouldn't but I've been wanting to awful bad all the way back," Cooter said."He was right about the scratching too Cooter. If you try to put something in there to scratch you might scratch too hard and get an infection. You'll likely lose the arm from gangrene if you do. Better just let it itch."You got any idea when. But you know what, this time it’s only a secondary issue”. Hints of blazing and freezing mist energy oozing from Zetsa’ body revealed the hastiness in which the exchange of few words could escalate to a fight. “You actually dared to bring your goons to my family’s property!” There were not Soul Sense obstructing formation on the black vehicle and she obviously did not miss the chance of observing who is behind the blackened windows.Grent creased his brows. He was not a mere scion of a high. I apologised and asked what she was doing, she just put a finger to my lips and with her other hand, pointed to the key hole. I then bent down in front of the key hole, as Mary removed her finger from my lips and squinted as I looked into my parents room. It took a second to realise what I was looking at but as soon as I ralised that it was my brothers girlfriend Suzy, bouncing up and down on my brothers willy, my jaw dropped and I looked around to Mary, who was in her room gesturing for me to. My family lived five hours drive away in the West of England and I was due to be working both the day before and the day after Christmas. "Nothing," I replied lamely. This was completely true. I was having Christmas Day at home in the flat on my own. I'd also worked eighteen days in row and quite fancied a day just sleeping, even if it was Christmas. "I'd love you to come here and have Christmas with me," she said. "Are you serious?" I replied, thinking this was just a lovely idea best.