All our lives, we had play pretended witches were real.But had we really believed in it? No.It was early in the morning. Maybe around 2 AM when we arr...ved home. Bothof us exhausted. There was this vague hope that everything would turnback to normal after a good night of sleep. But the witches weren't donewith us yet. Or more specifically a certain witch. She waited for us aswe came home."Took you long enough," was the first thing she said. "Youth these days."Of course, we had questions.Turned. She followed me as i made a left hand turn off the heavy cue of traffic, not realising i took a turn too early whilst the mist of all this road rage drama and ended on a dead end / curl de sac.She parks up behind meGets out of her car to have a go at me for giving her the "i want to lick your pussy" sign and blowing her a kiss after being such a dickhead driver.I cannot explain the rush but she was close to me, beautiful, ina quiet curl de sac, i could now see her wearing her black high heels,. .she could have a real man like me instead." He thumped his chest with a thumb.Rob looked at me and sighed, "I've been asking myself that every day since we met." He gathered my smaller hand up in his own and pulled me closer, locking me in his gentle grasp.The boy drew my face to his and kissed me deeply, I suddenly felt flushed and very warm. As we parted I figured on one real shot at the stalkers expense, "Besides old man, why would I want some decaying old corpse like yours when I have this. After playing a few games and listening to songs on the radio in the play room, Kristen suggested that I take Sherry on a private tour of the music studio.When we got there, Sherry uttered a surprised, "Wow!"I grinned at the cheerleader, proud of my studio."You have three keyboards now?" Sherry noticed."Uh, huh," I said, proudly. "The upright, an electric piano, and this is an electric organ." Reel to reel deck, too," Sherry said, impressed with the setup."It's called open reel," I said,.