Dorothy turned back to the house to see what all the fuss was about. "The Wicked Witch of the West!" yelled one woman. Dorothy could see a witch's leg... sticking out from under the house. "She'll KILL you, once she gets out of there!" The Shoes of Passion!" cried the little man, pointing to the bright, sparkling red shoes upon the witch's feet. "They're magical and should help you on your way. But beware--they cast a terrible spell upon any who wears them! No man can she resist she who wears. If i was next to you what would you do to meMe. What ever you wanted me to doHer. Would you have sex with meMe. Well depends Her. Depends on whatMe. Well if i trust you enough and other stuffHer. I trust you Me. Oh crapHer. WhatMe. My mother just saw this chat and guess what she saidHer. Whatme. She said youre moving with your aunt and uncle in bel air I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licenseplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror if anything i could say that this cab was. "Present. Yeah, I'm here," spoke two voices exactly the same as thefirst one that belonged to Andrea."Oh..this is a mess. Since you three had the same head and voice whenyou went in to these suits...you're using the same voice. Who is who atthis point?" Markus facepalmed. "Jeremy?" "Im here." "Damien?" "Andrea?" Yes, im crawling all over inside you...and inside you." Maria couldfeel....all of it....inside her...wriggeling about. "Will youjust...retract." Maria fell to her knees as she could. Tom thought it was hilarious. He also said he'd buy you another beer to offset the misunderstanding, if you'd like."I looked over at Tom, who was watching me, and raised my glass, "Thanks again," I said."So?' said Ben."So, what," I asked."Do you want the beer, even if you have to drink it with a bunch of queers?" I'm not like that," I said. "I don't think any less of you guys for what you do, and I'm broke as flat as the pavement, so sure, I'll have that beer."As Ben was pouring, Tom sidled up.