Blessed be, the note read.Though the family didn’t speak of it, everyone knew that her grandmother practiced Wicca, and had picked up the craft fro...m her own mother, who had in turn learned it from her mother. Diane’s aunt and mother had broken the long-running string, but her grandmother had been trying to influence her for years in hopes of reviving the family tradition in the next generation. Diane shook her head and chuckled while she looked to see what else was inside.Beneath the note were. Bruce throws Harley into the bedroom but shuts the door and locks it from the outside. Bruce walks back to Thea, who is now leaning against the wall and takes her into his arms, before asking, “Thea, are you alright?”“I’m fine but she is one crazy bitch!” voices Thea, though nothing is broken she was taking by surprised by Harley, “She is out of her mind. Like I am trying to take you away from her.”Bruce kisses Thea on the lips, then after the kiss he says, “I will talk with her but now why. .what I liked most about it was how safe and secure it was. My mom and dad had a very rough relationship and fought almost all the time. He used to threaten her with divorce many times over the years when they would have a big argument. He yelled and she screamed back at him while me and my sisters usually took cover upstairs. But weekday mornings were fun, playful, and pretty mush carefree...mom was very happy and in a great mood. I think I used the girl's name, the girl's clothes, and somehow. My legs were shaking too bad for that. I ended up just kneeling in the sand, with my knees spread and holding up the front of my skirt, to empty my bladder. The intensity of that was almost like having an orgasm…almost.I was pretty much a mess. They did allow me to find my panties and, put them back on, before cuffing me again and loading me in the Jeep. Back at the bar I was slid around in the seat to face the boss cop before being helped out. There were a few words to remind me, one last hard.