The doorbell rung. Melissa shook her head in dismay. Then the door opened. Melissa heard footsteps on the stairs as one of them creaked like it always... did. A rather handsome guy opened the bedroom door and looked at Melissa; sitting upright against the bed with her hands behind her head, her breasts full and wobbling from side to side as she shook her shoulders, her legs open wide but with her feet together. She watched him drop his trousers. She looked at his already erect cock and decided it. .. or where the door was... only to run into a wall. There was no sign of there being a door ever on the wall."The hell?!?!" Al screamed. "Where the fuck is the door?!" I told you... we really are witches..." The voice said."NO!" Al said, running toward the window... or where the window was a minute ago... now it was just a wall, just like the door."Look!" Greg said. "We're sorry! I didn't mean to do this! We won't ever bother you again!" Pathetic men..." The voice said. "Just like all men. You. Abhi ghar me toh koi aur tha nahi door open karne ke liye, so mai waise hi nahane laga, maine soch jo bhi koi hoga bell baja baja ke chala jaayega… but door bell firse bajne lagi… 1 sec me mere man me khayal aaya…kahin internet connection wala toh nahi hai? jo paise lene aaya ho, aur jhat se mere saamne woh cute sa ladka aagaya jo hamre building me internet connections maintain karta hai, uska khayal aate hi mere laude me thodisi halchal ho gayi… mai bina der kare jhatse kamar me towel lapetke. The second course was a monkfish fillet smothered in white sauce. Gwendoline tried to keep me engrossed in conversation during the course and I turned back to see Terry accepting a forked morsel from Clinton like they were old lovers. That definitely wasn’t right.I wondered where this Clinton chap had come from. It had been over five months since I was employed by the University and I was sure he never crossed my path while I was there. Yet Terry and he were intimate.Rewind time? You betcha!But.