Now finish that horrible soda." Weena patted his hand; Charlie again picked up the bottle and downed half of it."Tastes awful." It's supposed to. It's...mostly sweet fizzy water. But the sugar is good for you. I'm sure you've had a good shakeup. So, rest here for a few minutes and Gordy and I can try to help you deal with what's going on.Charlie took a smaller sip from the soda, and then said, "So that Henderson fella's got money fer me to take care o' them critters. That I understand purty good.. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation, her eyes closed as she sagged forwards, remarkably relaxed for someone who always seemed to be on guard. He dried her hair, which unlike that of Osha and many of the other females who kept theirs long, had been tied up in a neat ponytail. He skirted her ears, remembering how Runt had reacted when he had stroked them, wondering if they might be considered an erogenous zone. He dried her arms, then moved down to her ribs and hips, a little apprehensive. I nipped into the gents for the sole purpose of inspecting Jeans wet thong. I went inside a cubicle, taking the damp thong from my pocket. The tiny crotch of her black lace thong was coated in thick creamy pussy juice. They must have been feeling her up whilst I was in the toilet. What a slut! It didn’t take her long to have some strangers finger her freshly waxed pussy whilst her husband was still in vicinity. I folded the thong placing in my inside pocket. I flushed the toilet for effect,. He assumed the witch had human needs such as him, but it would’ve seemed the creature didn’t eat nor drink. He felt foolish.“Of course, I apologize; I should’ve known witches did not need to eat.”The witch laughed, clearly entertained by his innocence.“Oh, no! I do eat, just not… that. I find it cruel to consume the flesh and livelihood of my neighbors.”Dave looked at the meat and milk. He didn’t know much about witches, but he assumed she must’ve been close with animals. Still, he was shocked.