..” I began, lifting the sheets to uncover... ... not the witch, but a small woman with gray skin and a large fringe of dark hair. She paused mastu...bating me as I looked at her.“Um ... hello,” I said tentatively, “Are you Demie’s friend? She said you’d be by.”“Yeth,” she said with an odd lisp. “Need themen.” Then she returned to playing with my “Tommy Gun”.“Semen ... oh, that makes sense,” I said stupidly as I lay back. Demie had said that I had enough of what her friend was looking for.I was. It was the afternoon of the christmas party a week before christmas, as per normal on a Friday a few of us went to the local pub at lunchtime for a meal and a couple of drinks but some had an extra drink or two and when we arrived back at work after an extended lunch hour started to become very silly, Jane was only a young thing of 16, too young to have been drinking but she still had three large glasses of wine in the pub and Denise and her was playing truth or dare in my office, Jane did a. When we finished the wine I went into the kitchen to get some more. Although it was red I was after, I opened the fridge out of curiosity. She had written on my note. I picked it up and saw in a neat, swirly hand, “How old are you?” I took the wine through and Carol said, “No dessert, I’m afraid. Shall we go into the sitting room? This room’s very nice with all the light, but it’s cold, isn’t it?” The sitting room was indeed warmer and more comfortable. It was full of furniture: settee suites,. That doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense. Did she run away? Are you some kind of monster Frank?" I guess you could say she ran off. She was cheating on me and the night I confronted her with it she took off with some biker she met at a party we went to. That was three months ago." Haven't heard from her?" Got a phone call maybe three weeks later. Wanted to know if she could come home. Told her I wished she would hurry up and get back so I could wrap my hands around her throat and strangle.