’ It was the only word I could think of to explain how I felt and it fit. ‘You bottomless tramp! Tell me!’ Martie said as she giggled. ‘But�...not here. I am not sure I could stand it, and I know the folks around here would find it bad form for me to be playing with myself under the table.’ The waiter came and Martie picked up the tab. ‘The price of admission.’ She said as I protested her generosity. When we got back to her flat, Martie wasted no time, popping a bottle of Chardonnay and pouring. ” Will returned from the bathroom. Carol’s tennis stud was looking even more handsome than she remembered him. The handsome Canadian looked taller, more chiselled and more edible than any man she had ever seen. “What are you two laughing about?” Will looked at the two women feeling left out of the conversation. Carol slid her feminine arm around his torso again. She hugged her slender body into him tightly. Men she knew were like puppy dogs and needed constant reassurance. “Don’t worry young. She put her face back down and took the most sensitive part of my penis into her mouth, caressed it, round and round and round with her tongue until there was no more semen and the stimulation was too intense for me to bear; I stroked her hair, somehow she understood, and in an instant, she was back in her bra and her blouse, kissing me and gone through the grass in the moonlight and disappearing into the tree shadows. I was sitting by myself now in the backseat, my pants still not quite down. He had learnt that the sight of his right eye could not be saved. He cursed the woman who had partly blinded him, Maureen Fellowes. He had done some research on her and found she was a Priestess of a Wiccan coven. He shivered at the thought of ever meeting her again. He smiled ruefully that he had been invited to join that same coven. He wasn’t interested in that ‘crap’ he called it.It was when he got out of his car he knew something was wrong. His three dogs were not barking at his arrival,.