We spent several hours in a corner banquet in a small bar that was on the second floor of an old building. You wore a sweater that was off your shoul...ers so I could tell you weren’t wearing a bra. It was sometimes distracting, as were the few times that you touched my arm as we talked to emphasize a point.I asked if I could walk you home and you said yes. We got down to the street and I put my arm through yours and we started down the sidewalk. I thought I had a few blocks to continue the. " The Matron Veránda muttered in concurrence. "The weaving has been much too dark, as of late, and my next panel could do with a bit of brightness." Quite so!" The Crone Skúlda rasped with annoyance. There has been nothing, of late, but doom and gloom woven on your loom. Perhaps it's time for you to take a rest, assume my shears, for awhile, and let a new cycle begin."Perhaps ... it is nearly time for the end of the age," The Matron agreed, "but not just yet. Let me complete the weaving of this. I got off my bed and looked out of the window. It was a dark night but movement across the street caught my eye. Someone was moving in Mrs White's front garden. Now Mrs white is also a babe, although old at least thirty but she still turns heads were ever she goes. I grabbed my digital camera and headed for the front door. My god it was Wayne from down the street, he was looking through Mrs white windows. I got as close as I dared and fired off a couple of shots. As soon as the first flash. .. you’re to die tomorrow ... I just wanted you to savour the taste of what’s to come, and have our audience see how much you yearn to please them...” He jerked on the leash, thrusting his cock at the air as Georgina looked down at him, one hand caressing the noose he’d know, the other blowing him a kiss. He looked at the plump and spiteful ginger girl, longing to sniff at her cunt on being noosed, as Hortense made sure his humiliation on that last full day if his life was thorough indeed.“ ....