The speaker said that every apartment is laid out exactly the same way. The entrance doors have no locks on the door. Security here is not a problem... The view opened on the tile floor and it showed a track of sorts running all through the apartment. Then it panned up into the kitchen and it was spacious and seemed to be laid out well for the cook. Next it followed around the wall and into the living room to a huge window without curtains and a post centered in the middle of the window with. .." Hannah criedand I felt bad a moment later as she asked. "Why?"I shrugged. "I wanted to try it? Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you..."She shook her head. "I'm not upset, it was just a bit of a shock..."She glared at me. "I'll remember this..."I looked at Beth now sure I wasn't quite in the doghouse... crib?"Thanks for your help!"She laughed. "Totally worth it! But this can't be the only time we getsomeone with this," she told me.After a cup of coffee, Hannah carried me back to the dorm and. It just so transpired that she had witnessed the appointed warlock of the coven addressing poor Mrs. Brown’s bare bottom with his huge tool of depraved deliverance on an early Saturday morning when most of the young maids were still at their milking duties with skillful gentle hands. The sounds of the still attractive and cooperative human lady receiving the covert warlock’s hard blows on her delicately white rear end caused some tears to come to Eve’s immature eyes because she could also hear. It succours me not. Fingers curl and lips twitch, yet all other movement is impossible. Help me! Help me! As I stagger into the churchyard, rain begins to fall, gently at first then steadily more heavily. Clouds swirl. Lightning splits the sky and thunder shakes the Earth. 'Help me! Help me!' Breathless, I cry out, cry out, fall to my knees then sweep away the fading flowers and claw at the soft fragrant earth. The wooden cross topples. Stones tear away my nails. Again I cry out. Feet are.