He not only had a better idea of the illuminati's plan, but his research in the library had turned up a clue. A clue that fitted in nicely with the un...elcome, be-gloved visitor. Yes, it had been a productive, if inordinately long day. As Holmes relaxed he realised there was no sign of Hove - or indeed the much needed maps. Well it was late, maybe Brighton had done the sensible thing and gone to bed.Holmes yawned, that now seemed a capital idea, he would retire as well. Ned walked to the front. It had to be perfect or nothing at all. There was no room for plan B.She arrived home in a good mood and was surprised to see how I had the house all done up. "Wow! You out did yourself. So what's the occasion?" She questioned."There's no occasion, I just wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I love you. That's all!" I answered. We had a nice dinner then sat by the fire for some small talk, wine and cuddling. She then walked down the rose peddle path and got into the bathtub. As he pulled out, strings of cum dripped out ofpoor girl's mouth and coughing and gasping for air, she spat more of iton her huge fake breasts, covered by now completely wet dress. As Istepped through the door, the sound of the bells I was wearing announcedmy entrance, and all heads turned to me. "You want some of this?" - Iheard - "come here, slut!"In a haze, I took a step towards them. Jingle. I knew, I needed to turnand run back into the bar, but I didn't. I took another step. Jingle.Than. I looked into the cup and saw a strange purplish liquid. I assumed it was a drink of some sort, but was reluctant to try it.?Drink while I speak.? Yet again this was more of an order, and I took a sip not wanting to anger someone who had just admitted to being a witch. The liquid tasted salty and tangy, but also had a bitter taste to it. I did not like it, but kept drinking as I did not want to offend her. ?You see, the deal I made with your father all those years ago needs to be paid, and...?.