"Someone's getting laid," I whispered."Two someones," she giggled.We stumbled to the edge of a clearing. In the middle was a fire surrounded by a ring... about four feet in diameter. The ring was made of stones as big as cantaloupes. The fire crackled and popped as its flames rose to chest height. Next to it was a stone slab like an altar. It was about three feet above the ground and covered with animal furs.The small crowd around the fire stopped talking when we appeared. I heard a woman groan in. My husband might be a cheating A-hole but that didn't stop him from being a damned good lover when he wanted to be. I just wished he'd tried more often.After sex and a little wash and clean up my husband fell into a deep sleep that I knew from experience would keep him out for hours and would take a tornado ripping through our house to wake him. I didn't feel like sleep. I was super-charged from all that had happened yesterday and today. I left our bed for a drink thinking a couple of shots. Walking into the building I remember the loud music and disco type lighting, as we walk to the bar to get our first serving of alcohol. Nicole and I had drank before but only a few times when our parents were gone on vacation. I ordered a double shot of Tequilla and Nicole was right behind me with the same order. Grabbing our drinks we head over to the table where our friends are sitting , talking & laughing with them we swig our drinks and start to feel the first bit of our buzz. After and. " You just stand there in silence, terrified by this creepy old lady who really does resemble a witch. "My gnomes, I care very deeply about them. Maybe I should do something to someone you care very deeply about and the best part is that everyone will be oblivious to it. All except you. Hahahaha" You get on your bike and ride away as she cackles loudly. Even if she isn't a witch, you don't want to be anywhere near her.You make it back home and sigh in relief. It's almost funny how that Old Lady.