“Dad I don’t get it. You said he beat his wife but that he didn’t beat grandma ... that makes no sense,” Paul’s head was spinning.“He was ...married to your mother ... to Margaret,” Peter said softly.“And I was the son he beat,” Peter breathed.“Now that makes no sense at all,” Paul was bewildered.“Margaret is my mother too. I’m your father but I suppose that I’m also your half-brother, if that makes any sense,” Peter swallowed the last of his beer and tossed it in the bush.“You killed your father. As usual Catherine was glad to see me back and she quizzed me about how the wedding went. I knew she had some regrets about that, so I was kind to her answering her questions, without going overboard about it. Later that summer, in late July or early August, a picnic was planned at one of the lochs in the Highlands, outside the city. I was later to learn this was an annual event, something lots of ladies looked forward to. Catherine packed a picnic basket with sandwiches, a couple of bottles of. Each man then had his testicles shackled and manacled to every man in the group. The chains led between each mans legs which led to the balls of the man behind him. The chains were heavy and pulled every captives aching suffering balls downward. They were to be paraded naked in the hot sun shackled by the testicles and occasionally whipped by guards through the main street of the capital to the cheers, jeers and mocking of the crowd lines streets until they reached the palace. There, each. "I guess the fact got lost that one of my ancestors was executed as a Witch."I've seen my genealogy dating back to the early 1600's. I remembered some of the names from back then. I didn't know about Sara and Peter. I guess after several generations they were a mystery and got left off the family tree."Rumors about a Salem Witch being a member of our family trickled down through the ages. But no name was ever attached to the rumors. I guess that was done because of the embarrassment having a.