Wouldn't it be nice if he could make money doing what he liked? And just what did he like? He liked having his ass shagged. That meant charging to let...himself be fucked. Just think, he could make that very ass he was sitting on into a cash cow. It had intriguing possibilities.There were some logistics to take care of. He'd have to lay out some serious money to buy an appropriate wardrobe -- a "hustling" outfit. And he'd need to make an arrangement with a sympathetic physician who wouldn't mind. Now that will be two hundred, and that's with anemployees discount since you were helping me out earlier." But...but...but.." Edgar gasped, then stopped when he realized that hewas beginning to sound like a motor boat. Then, glancing between thebroken figurine and the Old Man, he sighed, realizing that it wasdefinitely NOT a good idea to argue with the Old Man. Without anotherword Edgar pulled out his wallet and handed the credit card to the OldMan, who accepted it without a word.While the Old. Slowly and softly, Ingrid beginsto speak. "Hilda, the spells were created by me." There are severalgasps of surprise at this admission from one of the coven's mostrespected witches. "I...I made a terrible mistake and blindly trustedsomeone I love; my granddaughter Jeannetta. She took the spells I createdand that were sanctified by the coven and then altered them in thedespicable ways that Haggy has implied. Just as you were shocked at myadmission of responsibility, I am equally shocked at. My daughter was in a blue fluorescent frock with flower design and loose hair. Next time, I went into the master bedroom to hide under the cot. Mangala could not find where I was hiding for some time. Finally, when she came to the bedroom, I hinted her by touching her foot beneath the cot.She tried to come there. I held her foot and dragged her. When this happened, my lungi rose till my waist and her frock rose till her waist.As there was not much space left between us, my daughter could feel.