They deserve to burn. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to die. They should burn in hell for eternity. For all the ill and wrong they have done to ...us. They were witches!I was not alone watching these executions. There were many other people. They all felt the same as I did. Now I wonder if the witches had gone though the same ordeal as I have ... I am the witch now. It is me who will be burnt to death. I am afraid. I am terrified. It is a slow and horrible death, to die by fire ... I. And also my mammary glads are too healthy as they produce more quantity of milk everyday. Just because my son is at his grandfather’s place I m taking my milk myself out as I can’t bear the pain in my breast.Me: oh I m so sorry for you aunty. If you don’t mind can I ask you something? But plz don’t get mad.Aunty: hmm (giving strange look )Me: what about uncle?Aunty: what about him?Me: can’t he just suck the milk and help you outAunty: (stayed silent for a while ) I already said you not to talk. I decided this was my chance, I leaned in and ever so softly kissed her, our tongues danced and I let out a soft moan. Her lips were warm and sweet and ever so inviting, she tasted slightly like chocolate still from those milkshakes we had earlier that day as a treat post-move. I told Kelly I had always fantasized about being with both a boy and a girl but I was a virgin. I was too afraid to try anything in high school in fear of rejection. Kelly was shocked!Kelly kissed me harder, grabbing. Seeing Tom, who I thought was dead for good, stared at me impassively from across the crowd, seemingly unconcerned about everything that was happening around him.“So, David...”, another girl began to ask when I hastened to move across the room to reach Tom, eager to get him away from this crowd. While my behaviour would certainly be considered rude, I found myself not caring about it at all. I had eyes for only one person, a person I was eager to send back to the realms of death.When I reached.