" He looked grateful.Up until this moment, Thea Dietel had been inanimate. She spoke with slurred words. "I don't want to go home, Michael!" She turne...d her head towards her husband. "Let us go find a nice hotel and fuck our brains out like we used to?" It was my duty to ignore the private words of my employer and his wife."Now, dear." He let her go so I could manipulate her through the door of his huge car. "Michael will make sure you get home all right." She made a rude noise as her answer,. . a towering figure who loomed over the lost hungry children. The witch was a modern one.. dressed in pointy spike heels, black stockings, a tight black leather sheath skirt with leggy slit, a leather corset, short black cape and forties hairdo. She waved her long red nails at Hansel and Gretel and asked, in a voice not unlike Tina Turners, "Do you want some of my tasty candy?" The audience gasped in horror, and Bob Kemp was happy. He had them in the palm of his hand. Bob Kemp was. Her mind desperately holding on to the Kay she’d always known. He stepped up to her sliding His fingers under her sweat-slicked chin and lifting her flushed face. Her eyes were as black as any moonless night. He saw it all right there, all she wanted but wouldn’t admit to. Her soul called out to Him through those inky windows. He stepped back into position, whipping me in lazy figure eights again, exhaling loudly, ‘I can do this all night. Tell Me what you want Kay.’ I held my breath, unsure if. I had spent too many summers swimming in Cayuga Lake, too many winters sledding with friends. I had my problems here and there, but mostly I had only good memories. I just needed a change. When I was growing up, we vacationed in North Carolina, where my mom's parents lived. That was where I first surfed; yes, people can surf on the East Coast. They surprised me by moving to North Carolina after my dad retired. I liked North Carolina well enough, but Ithaca was home and I'd been my job for a.