When she did a tour in Greece she managed to find a small clay statue of a goat’s skull in a back alley market, the proprietor claimed it was magica... and being dirt cheap she bought it to find out. “Well, well…” Hummed the woman, examining the thing in her hands under a desk light. “It Seems he wasn’t kidding, you’re not just magical you’re REALLY magical!” Feeling out the energies it gave off the little clay statue gave off as much power as one of Jason Blood’s crystal ball prisons. “Wonder. Right? So she's got—she's got it in her mouth and she goes down and swallows the whole thing and—" Kimmy!" My brother's voice jarred me. "Keep your voice down. Jesus fucking Christ," he warned.Ho-ho! Listen to 'Greg Brady,' admonishing his sister, 'Marsha!'"Sorry!" I brought my voice to just above a whisper."So anyway," I continued, "she—she swallows the whole thing, and then she starts going up and down on it. Up and down. Up and down and then ... and then they show it up real close and you. To be honest I was expecting a very contrite Victoria that morning."I wouldn't suggest you try to get into the house again, Vicky. You don't live there anymore, remember, and as the house is much too big for me alone I've rented it out." A lie of course but it had the desired effect. Vicky went loopy."Are you mad? You've can't have rented it out. Why the hell would you do that?" Now look, Vicky, we've got a very expensive court battle coming up, the rent on the house will help pay for it.". I had even proposed to her before my failed marriage but she was too young then to understand the importance of my proposal. It was a Sunday noon. I was already high on alcohol. I use to always fantasize fucking her. May be the alcohol in my blood gave me the courage to fulfill my desire. Sonali as her name was came to do vessels as her mother was unwell. After completing vessels she stepped in to my drawing room to sweep. I was sitting there waiting for the glorious opportunity. As soon as she.