We stay at the table and continue to drink she is getting hammered when one of the guys walks over introduces himself as Jack and asks me if he could ...ance with my wife I look at her and ask her if she would like to dance with him she smiles and says sure as the head to the dance floor his friend comes over and tells me they are only in town for the weekend and sure appreciate the kindness of allowing them to dance with her I tell them we are staying in the hotel and tell him let me get her. She had almost certainly instantly died and was identified as a famous artist, Grace Darling.Grace’s body was never found but a large memorial service was held in her honor. However, the funeral of Maureen was a smaller, private affair, and executed to the Wiccan traditions.A strange woman took over the Wiccan coven known only as Diana. Strange, because no one knew where she came from or her surname. She had Egyptian features but there was some likeness in her features to the late Grace Darling. She then began to explain that unlike the others, she had to dress for this particular client `Master John’ and had to wear fresh clothes for him each time, that he picked and ordered then paid for then she just collected them from a certain shop that had his account her sizes on file. Pointing she indicated one of the bags she had fetched that afternoon, she had no idea what she was yet to wear, she was to stand for him while he would attach wrist and ankle restraints, then secure her in any. I string my bow, and after several attempts I manage to put an arrow into the badger. I have to drag the dogs by their collars back into the house. I take my Bowie knife outside and axe the badger's head part way off. All this I do in my altogether. I feel quite vulnerable and still have not done what I came out to do. My nerves are frazzled by the early morning fracas.I take my leak and go back in, shutting the dogs in with us. I do not feel like dealing with the badger just yet. Sarbun is.