Hugs, Daddy,” read a note on the fridge, confirming my suspicions.I shrugged and put the groceries away. Cathy still had a lot of friends in the are...a so I figured she and Eloise were out and about visiting. After putting things away, I went outside to do some yard work. I cleaned the pool, then set about trimming the small amount of grass between the edge of the deck and the flowerbeds.“Good morning!” called out a soft, accented voice that startled me.Eloise was standing on the edge of the. A few minutes later I should not have been surprised when I heard a loud female moan. Followed by “What the FUCK are you doing??? Young man?? Michael James Smalls what the FUCK are doing?? My son!!! “ I immediately looked at Mrs. Smalls eyes. They were glazed over but she could perfectly see what I was doing to her in the low light of the room. She did not move her hands or try and stop me from what I was doing. I then looked over at Mike. He had his cargo shorts down around his knees. . ..uh..." he stammered."What? A queer—a fag-GAY?" I said loudly. "I thought you were smarter than that, Ronnie! I'm a little disappointed in you! We already went over all this-we're 'friends with benefits'-that is all...no one will ever know what we do here-I thought you were adult-enough to understand that!"When the blood drained from his face, and tears welled in his eyes, I knew he would go thru with it. "I thought you wanted to try this, Ronnie? Remember what you told me about that picture?. ’ ‘The world is all ready fucked,’ he replied. ‘Yes,’ the old witch replied, ‘but selling her to the slavers will be a huge mistake.’ The man looked at the witch. He shot a smile to her. ‘What about me,’ he asked, ‘Am I in her future?’ The old woman touched Zahava’s hand again and traced the lines on her palm. ‘No,’ she replied, ‘after you sell her, you will find the peace you are looking for. She will provide you with enough money to live the rest of your life in comfort.’ ‘Good enough for.