The pumpkin throws back his drink, then speaks. ‘As I said, my name is Jack. And on Halloween night, I travel the world, creating stories of horror ...ut of the dull tripe that is people’s lives. I have done this since the first Halloweens thousands of years ago, so I have many tales to tell. The first one goes like this …. Getting the Shock of my Wife (mc?, inc, slut wife) ——- — —– — — —- —– —- —- —– Discourse: Does the world exist? It seems to because it’s there again every morning when we. When Johnny and Ted gasped on either side of me, the twin's familiar presence entered my hands and was followed by a gentle touch of 'home'. After several moments of experimentation, I managed to amplify and transmit the feeling out through my own hands as the twins had intended. After only a few minutes, the twins decided it was time to quit and started letting the sensation slowly fade away. Instead of the explosion of questions I had expected when everyone opened their eyes, there was only. " Please, Sweetheart, don't say that," Grace said and pulled Thomas's face around to her, her hands on his cheeks. "I'm here and nothing is going to happen to me."Thomas had tears in his eyes. "I get depressed sometimes thinking about that and our situation here." We all get depressed sometimes, Sweetheart, but we must fight it. We can never give up hope," Grace said as tears started to stream from her eyes. Staring into her son's eyes the rest of the world magically melted around her. There. My ribs were sore and my hands ached.Refreshments were brought to the crowd that surrounded the pitch on three sides, and all of us waited for the second act. I looked about and found the woman in purple with the small blonde beside her. Then I heard a kind of groan and turned to see Ebony Tom being ushered to the field, wearing just his leather breeches, high boots and my heavy belt and big bayonet. He smiled at me, and I assumed that I was a dead man if they were going to let him come at me.