The van deposited Charlotte and her ‘discrete’ camera crew (two cameramen and a woman reporter) outside the school gate. Mr. Styler made his way t...o the Headmaster’s office while Charlotte, trailed by the crew, went to class. First period was history. The crew was interviewing her classmates – not particularly subtly – after the lesson, the woman reporter, her name was Trixie, intercepted Mr. Shaw, the teacher, on his way out and she and one cameraman left with him. The other cameraman asked. Despite her struggles, he managed to get her out into the alleyway, and after hooking his foot around the edge of the door it closed to with a dull thud.Silence descended on them and all the old witch could hear was the laboured breathing of the pumpkin.He pushed her roughly against the wall, scraping the skin covering her shoulder blade, and making it bleed; and began to tear roughly at her clothing.The fabric of her dress and shawl was old, almost as old as the witch. It was faded and rotting. That was where the problems set in. Professionally, I was making a boat load of money. My personal life was nonexistent. During those years, my ex-wife left me to “discover herself”. I hired a private investigator to keep tabs on her and make sure she was safe. After about six months, I learned she had settled in a commune somewhere in Colorado, and was “discovering” many people daily. I terminated his monthly reports and finally bid farewell to a woman I had loved deeply and cared for. ’ His two guards joined him in laughing. ‘You’ve spent the last three years of high school with your hands under my brother’s nuts, Jimmy, and you want to say I’m gay.’ I looked over his shoulder at the other two seniors. ‘I wouldn’t shower with him if I was you two.’ Looking back at Jimmy’s face, I swear it was like watching two brain cells in the dark calling to each other. ‘Hello, hello!’ I could see it when they finally got together and let him know that I just insulted him. ‘I don’t take.