“Fondleyour breasts for us Liz.”But Liz was suddenly shy too, so I did it myself. Theroom grew quiet except for our heavy breathing as Ipa...med Liz’s melons and shook them and rolled her nipsbetween my fingers.“C’mon,” I said to Pat. “You take one.”When she hesitated I pinned her on her back and toldLiz to lean over her and play with her own tits. Whenshe leans over like that it’s mind-boggling, and whenshe finally gets into doing her own. Some of them died in convulsions. The rest of them are still barely breathing. Lane checks to make sure they have the whole lot. One of them is missing.Lilly gets his attention, "Lane look at the wall."He sees some disgusting watery liquid flowing under the right wall. He walks over to the wall and sees where someone pushed on it. He pushes and the wall revolves out to reveal an interior office. Brian Harlin is lying there staring at him.Lane smiles, "Hi Brian. I warned you a long time ago. I. She drank deeply from her glass and she put it on a nightstand. I tried to just sip my drink. She didn’t waste time before she made her first move. I wondered if all the women in that family were so fast. She said, “I’ve been divorced for over two years now, and that’s a long time. Do you know what I mean?” She seemed to be implying that she hadn’t been with a man in that period. Probably that’s why I’m here now.Since I didn’t answer, she continued, “I wonder, do you ever think of me when. The first room was poorly lit and as the door closed behind the kids, the people waiting in line could hear them scream as the floor shook. Later in the evening, the room would go completely dark.After a moment, a door opened leading them to a witch’s glade where a volunteer dressed like a witch was stirring a bubbling caldron of apple cider. The bubbling was caused by small pieces of dry ice in the brew. As she filled small cups with the cider, the witch cackled, “This witches brew shall make.