I ground the beans for today's brewing and loaded the drip coffeemaker. In a minute, it was dripping dark brown nectar into a thermal carafe.The three... of us sat at the breakfast nook's table."How do you feel this morning, Mom," Cindy asked."A bit hung over. Kind of fuzzy in the head, you know." She paused, surveying us. "Maybe you don't know. Cindy – you – I dearly hope you don't know." You're right, Mom. Dan has a beer or two every now and then. I've tasted it. But that's it. Got offered some. Irea salivated at the sight, her head tilting back as she looked up at the woman standing over her with a cocky smirk. "Get in the corner, you purple fucktrash." The woman spat out at her, and with a heart beating itself out of her chest Irea obeyed. She left her drink behind and scooted into the shadowy corner of the inn, where the wood was stained with the remains of countless brutal conquests.That thick black shaft slapped Irea in the face, eliciting a yelp of surprise and putting her. . whether it was her or her father... but suddenly she was kissing him and his hands were running all over her body. Her brief cotton dress allowed him to feel the soft voluptuousness of her breasts, her hips, her thighs... her knees felt weak as she leaned against him and her mind went blank. There were no evil thoughts to contemplate after all... only the blissful absence of thought... the wonderful nearness to her father's big strong muscular body. She could already feel the outline of his. " How?" I'm a witch." A witch?" Yes, James. There are such things as witches, and warlocks. And, to befair my name is Maureen. I can read your thoughts, and know you wantproof that I'm a witch. Am I right?" Ah... " Watch your rose plant that has died, and that you were going to removetomorrow." He looked at the bare rose plant, it rapidly grew leaves,and then buds. The buds grew, and bloomed into the prettiest rose plantin the garden.Jim took a step back from her, and she added, "Don't worry.