I can’t even begin to describe the work needed to repair his backdoor. He would depend upon a colostomy bag for the rest of his life.Paul and I aske... each other the same question. We each gave the same answer: “No, I had nothing to do with it.”We had a chat with Mike, and I asked point-blank, “Mike, do you know anything about it?”“Nate, if I did, I wouldn’t say.”Of course, Beth and I were interviewed by the police, but they found no evidence that we or any of the other victims of Don were. My caretakers were also male servants. Although my father had more than one wife, I have a few stepsisters, but I was always kept away from my step sisters and my stepmothers. There was probably some fear or prejudice in my mother's mind towards my stepmothers and step sisters..Even I did not have any girl friends till that time and my school was also only for boys, in which there was no female teacher. I was never allowed to meet girls. I was brought up in a very strict environment.After. Monica, Tasha and Nali ran to their cars and drove to the hotel as fast as possible to try and save them from losing their powers before theyve learned to use them. As the three elder witches were driving to the hotel Nica and Sara were explaining why they were both there as Sara poured the principal a drink laced with the potion they had made earlier. He looked astounded as he listened to them explain their proposition. He took a seat in the brown leather chair watching the girls help each. "That's what I'd like to know," she replied. "Whip it out and let me get a taste." What?" he said, acting oblivious to her request. "I don't understand." Don't be selfish," she said. "I gave you waffles, now you give me something yummy to nibble on."Randall gulped. He looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was paying attention. The place was almost empty."Well?" she asked. "Show it to me."Randall hesitantly opened up his pants and fished out his penis through the opening in his boxers..