I want each and every one of to know that wherever you may go in life, my respect and gratitude will be with you, always…. MoogPlayer P.S. The place... mentioned in the story are very real. However, they are only used as backdrops for this tale, which is total fiction. Oh, and don’t forget to vote! ~~~~~~ My name is Michael Hayes, I’m six feet, four inches tall, I have dark brown hair and blue eyes, and I weigh roughly two hundred and fifty pounds. I was the only child my parents had, became a. I feel her take hold of my glasses and remove them and I'm afraid, vulnerable without them and I start to protest but her hand holds my chin, her index finger lying horizontally across my lips, forbidding me to speak, and I taste her, my lips parting and my tongue exploring the length of her finger. She tastes clean, a mixture of soap and moisturiser and the hint of varnish on her nails and I want to bite her digit but it is removed, leaving her taste in my mouth and the forbidding in place.. "There are no special places. Please choose a place near someone you need to know better."John made a point of inviting each of the two boys to sit beside him. A smile and a nod enticed Gail to sit across from him.The meal was wonderful. The first course was a warm, homemade tomato soup with a crusty baguette. For the second course, the ham was tender and juicy, the vegetables flavourful. Soon, the only sounds were those of hearty appetites being satisfied, with raves heard over and over.The. “Or ‘ye’ if ye prefereth. But we’ve gotta go, you fucking nut.” Samantha grabbed Lori’s hand, but then she saw her own wrinkled hands. “Oh, God.” She looked over her arms. “Oh, my God.” She touched her face. “Oh, my fucking God.” She grabbed her hair and some of it fell off. “No, no, no, no!”“Feed my boys,” the witch sang turning away from them. “And the curse is lifted, the transgression forgiven.”“I’m not fucking anybody,” Samantha said, fighting with the door’s many locks.The witch floated.