The second day on the job I was sent to the front office to sign insurance forms and there was Mona. Mona and her husband George were neighbors. Georg... was a bank vice president and Mona had been selling real estate. I was surprised to see her there because I thought she was still selling real estate. I asked her how long she had been there and she said she had been working there for a little over two months. She told me that selling houses was getting to be too cut-throat, that there were too. Her parents were c***dren of the hippie generation thatwent from free love to money grubbing capitalist...he, he.Both of them worked long hours to build that big retirementnest egg, and Melissa's college fund. They were among thegeneration that believed in zero growth to save the worldsresources. That is why they only had one c***d. It was just a short bus ride on the city bus system toMelissa's high school. Her best friend (Kathleen) and her hadgone to school together with each other all. This is the dark story of a modern world corrupted by a newly awakened witch. Three hundred years ago, the witch Benacia Vilmire was born from ashes and grew an underworld kingdom built to suit her lust for humiliation and slavery before being beheaded by an angry mob. At the moment of her death, her soul infused itself to one of her most valuable possessions, a tiny black journal that detailed her life's struggles and triumphs. For almost three hundred years her soul remained banished to. He changed his wave to indicate he wanted us to come around to his front door and before I could say anything, Jilly was off and I followed, somewhat reluctantly, as she was oblivious to what I knew his intentions were.By the time I had caught up, his door was open and she was chatting with him and was about to take up his invitation to go inside, and again I followed.For an older man he seemed easily enough to chat with, more about us and what we were doing, he just seemed to want to know what.