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Elephant and Castle (The Coven: # 2) by AUC2747 Authors Note: This is the first time I've ever tried to write any sort of extended story. I've written technical stuff before (and this probably shows in my writing style, please bear with me! :-), so I hope this isn't too bad. Maybe I'll extend or continue this story at a later date, as I have some ideas in that direction. Still, that's in the future. In the meantime, yes, this is the second in what I hope will be a whole series of stories based loosely on the idea of a Coven of Witches and Warlocks who use soul swapping magick for their own benefit. The first story is still being written, and will (I hope) explain a little more of what is going on behind the scenes in this story. Any comments or critiques to ... [email protected] [email protected] ================================== The seminar at the Imperial War Museum was very interesting - just as my teacher had said, it was right on topic for my A Level History course and the individual attention the lecturers were able to give the small group attending was a great help as well, just the thing if I wanted to win the school's Academic "Blue" for History ... something I had every intention of doing (and, frankly, I didn't have much competition). Even Matt, my friend, was impressed - and he's not usually the scholastic type. Of course, it was expensive - 50 quid a head - but that wasn't any problem for St. Bartholomew's boys (or our wealthy parents) to pay. At the end of the formal part of the proceedings, around 9.30 pm, the senior lecturer asked if Matt and I would like to remain behind with a select few others to examine some of the documents relating to the course first hand in the Museum's archives ...as a special favour to our Master, with whom he had read History at Oxford (which is what I hoped to do as well). By the time we'd done that, and discussed several related matters, it was edging towards 10.30 pm ... and Matt was eager to catch the last bus from the stop outside, which ran at 10:30. He kept pestering me to leave and, in the end, left me, deep in discussion with the lecturer. When we finally finished, I noticed that it was 10:40 ... and I'd missed the bus. Fortunately (or so it seemed at the time) the lecturer offered me a lift to the nearest underground station on his way home, Elephant and Castle. This was a pretty good offer as the area around the museum was very much lower class and mostly black ... and while the Brixton riots were only a memory, the crime rate was something that would have caused me some worry if I'd had to try and get a Mini-Cab or, worse, had to walk. Anyway, the lecturer dropped me off at the roundabout at Elephant and Castle and waved me good bye as I walked down the pedestrian subway to the station proper. When I arrived I noticed a sign up saying "Last Train: 23:00" and that the station clock showed 22:50 ... plenty of time! So I flashed my Rail Pass at the turnstile and headed for the elevator that would take me down to the platform below. As the elevator doors opened onto the platform, the tube train was rumbling into the station, and, as I walked down the few steps to the platform level, it shuddered and groaned to a stop and the doors opened. As I walked towards it a well dressed lady in her mid thirties disembarked (quite out of place for the area, I thought at the time) and walked briskly toward the elevator, passing me as a second passenger alighted. She was much different from the first lady ... she was pushing a stroller with sleeping twins in it but was, only around 16, about 5'4" tall, extremely heavily pregnant (possibly looking that way because of her small frame), cheaply dressed, and african or west indian. As she waddled slowly towards me, and I strolled towards the train to board, she stumbled, looking as if she was in pain, and my immediate reaction was to catch her and prevent her from falling and pushing over the pram ... and injuring herself or her baby as well. "Watch it, miss ... errrumph ... uhn ...", as I caught her in my arms, I felt a wrenching, nauseating, twisting feeling in my lower gut which rapidly spread over my whole lower abdomen, followed, almost simultaneously, with a series of sharp and painful kicks that seemed to come from inside me. I had intended to swivel her onto the nearby bench seat, but, with the unexpected discomfort - pain, in fact - that I suddenly felt, I found myself slumping down next to her. The waistband of my trousers started to feel extremely tight, as did the lower part of my shirt ... which, it seemed, was being pulled out of the trousers at the same time. A fit of dizziness hit and I swayed for a moment - to be steadied by the young girl next to me. "Uhhhnnn, what's ... errrm ... ah ... happening ...", I managed to mumble in between the spells of nausea, dizziness and and the dull kicking pain in my stomach. When my head cleared I noticed that she was looking at me quite strangely ...and that, somehow, something seemed wrong about her as well. Then it hit me ... she was no longer pregnant! In fact, she looked quite boyish ... was I hallucinating? When she sees that I am somewhat recovered, she moves her hand down and touches me, palm down, on my now grossly swollen lower abdomen. "Oh my god!" I moan, grasping for my belly, "What's going on?" As I place my hands on my swollen abdomen, the "kicking" sensation becomes a tactile one ... "There's, my god, there's a ... a baby in there? What's happened?", I gasp. Terrified, my hands move instantly down to my crotch, around my - her - pregnant belly ... as she says, "No, mon, dere be not wot y' 'spect down dere ... if'n you lost wot I'se got." I almost pass out with shock as I realise that she's right ...my dick and balls are gone, and all that's there is a, oh god, a female mound and, oh ...no ...there's a slit between my legs! "What have you ...", I start to scream at her, when her hand clamps down over my mouth and she says to me "Be quiet, mon - do'ya wants to 'get 'tention wid' you'n'me in de state we be in?" and looks around furtively. I follow her gaze ...standing near the elevator doors is the well dressed woman I'd seen before and she seems to be looking our way. "Oh my god, what if she can see what's happened?" was my first embarrassed thought, soon followed by "Maybe she can get help ..." and that, quickly, by a terrified "I don't want to be seen like this ... I must be dreaming." However, the way the girl and I were sitting on the bench it seemed unlikely that she could see the full extent of the changes that - something - had wrought on my body. It was most likely that she'd think, if she thought anything, that I knew the girl and was talking to her. The lift arrived, the doors opened, and she moved to enter ... turning briefly and waving at us for some inexplicable reason. The doors closed as she stepped inside and we were alone on the station as the announcement came over the loudspeakers, full of ear-grating feedback, "Last train leaving now." As we turned to the tube train, the doors were closing and, as the announcement said, it started to move of slowly, quickly gathering speed. Now that we were, if only temporarily, alone, I turned to her, "What on earth has happened?", I almost screamed at her, "What have you done to me?" "Hush now, mon ... dis be no place to be yellin' at me. I don' know what happen more'n you do. We's got ta go out dis place befoah sommon be commin' dahn and seein' us ... we'cn figger dis here ting out when we's been gone f' heah.", she replies. After a moment's thought, still grasping at my now quiescent belly, it seemed as if she had a point ... I decided I didn't want anyone to see me like this at this point. Not until I could figure out what had happened ... and what to do about it. "OK. We've got to get out of here ...you're right. But we can't go up the lift ...I don't want to be seen like this!" "Sho, dere's anuddah way. Dere be sum steps jus' pas' the lift - we'cn go up dere. Follow me." With that she got up, pushing her stroller and sleeping children, and strode briskly in the direction of the lift. I found it very difficult to get up, my center of gravity was much changed for a start, and my trousers rode down below by bulging tummy, and my shirt was loose and had ridden up leaving my midriff bare. Worse, I found I simply couldn't walk very fast or with any ease ... the best I could manage was a moderately slow waddle ... just like a pregnant woman, in fact. When she reached the stairs, she bent over and picked up one of her twins, cradling it in her arms and, when I finally waddled up there she passed it - her - to me, "Here, you be takin' Stephie, I can't take dis pram up dese stairs, I'll hab to fold it up and take Tallie here meself." Curiousity finally got the better of me as she was speaking, "And what's your name, miss?", I said as I took Stephie in my arms, gingerly. "I'm Sharleen, and you be?" "Thomas ... Thomas Williams." "Well den, Tohmaas, we be goin' up de stairs 'bout now, hey?" And with that she started up the ancient (pre-war vintage, or at least that's what the prominent maker's plaque said) spiral staircase to the surface. I followed as best I could, but my hugely protruding belly got in the way, and it was somewhat of a struggle, especially as I got closer to the top, as the steps seemed higher and I was running out of "puff" because of the constricting effect of the child inside me pressing against my diaphragm. Sharleen was able to charge up them, and quickly outdistanced my efforts - drawing out of sight. As I stumbled up the last few steps at the top, an out-of-the-way part of the upper station concourse, I saw Sharleen waiting there looking strangely at me - which didn't worry me as much as it might have, until I realised that she was different, and had changed in the several minutes we had taken to climb the staircase. Her skin was a much lighter shade ... a light brown rather than the dark ebony it had been before, her facial features were much less african and much more european. What had been her long, black dreadlocked hair was now shorter and a light brown, almost blonde "Just like mine ...", I thought for a moment, as I looked down at what she was staring at and dreadlocks fell over my forehead and in front of my eyes as I saw that not only were my arms more slender and hairless than they had been, but that the skin tone there and on my protruding belly were much darker, almost chocolate in colour. I started to shriek in terror at what was happening - but Sharleen stepped quickly towards me and clapped her hand over my mouth to stop me, but not before it was obvious that my voice seemed to be breaking ...become higher pitched and more female Panicked, I almost fainted as I was forcibly made aware that now she was taller than I ... and that my clothes were as ill-fitting as hers were tight. Whereas before I'd been around 6'2" and towered ten inches over her, now she was an inch, perhaps two, taller than I was ... could I really have lost seven inches? It was impossible - but so was everything that had happened in the last quarter hour! But it seemed I was rapidly becoming Sharleen - and that she was becoming me. "Quiet, mon, we be still habin' to ged oudda here widdout bein' seen! De walkway to de street be jus' 'round de corner ... quick, come follo' me!", Sharleen hissed in an increasingly deep and masculine voice. She grabbed my slender wrist, dragging me quickly around and into the pedestrian subway that ran under the street to the shopping precinct. Pulling me quickly behind her, helping me keep my balance as I almost tripped and fell several times as my clothes and shoes became progressively looser (except around my belly, of course). Half way there she stopped for a moment and pulled off her shoes, then quickly continued on, pulling me behind her. When we reached the other end, Sharleen turned to me and said, "Dere be a place behin' TESCO's where we be getting alone to change ...", and started to drag me in that direction. "No! Wait a moment!", I hissed, and pulled against her grip ...but she was too strong for me now. Her face and body were almost completely changed into an image of, well, me ...or the me I had been only a short while before! "She" now towered over me and looked comical in her bulging at the seams female clothes ...while my skin was as black as hers had been, and dreadlocks - my long hair - flopped all over my face as I was dragged along, while I became ever more aware of the mounds that were growing underneath my shirt and jacket. She turned and stared at me for a moment, then said, "I be doin' dis for your own good. Come wid me!" in a tone that I instinctively knew, somehow, meant he? ... she? ... was serious. I almost cringed as she roughly grabbed me again and continued dragging me to the alleyway behind the supermarket, but I couldn't resist ... and I had to fight back tears as I tugged halfheartedly against her crushing grip on my wrist. When we were finally at the alleyway, Sharleen pulled me into a shadowed cul-de-sac lit by a single flickering fluorescent and said, "We be gettin' changed from dese clo'es, we goin' nowehere like dis. Get dose clo'es off and we change 'round." With that she quickly stripped off her smock dress and underwear and then stopped, looking strangely at me, as I was still standing there, motionless. "We be doin' nothin' here, an' nowhere else, either, less'n we get in de right clo'es. Den we can go where dere be help. Unnerstanh?" I reluctantly, and quite self-consciously, took off my uniform jacket, tie, short, and trousers, and, finally my shorts and vest ...revealing my dark skinned, swollen breasted, huge stomached and much more feminine form. As I did so, I became uncomfortably aware that Sharleen was staring at me and I felt myself blushing furiously, covering my crotch with one hand and my breasts with the other arm. I couldn't help it, I just felt so embarrassed, so humiliated, being naked before ... him? The change is obviously complete ... Sharleen is the picture of the body I had had until a short while ago - 6'1" tall, blond haired, blue eyed, athletic, white and quite male; while I am now around 5'4", black, with long dreadlocked hair, brown eyes, very pregnant, and obviously female. "Quickly! Get in dese!", she (he?) growls, throwing a bundle of clothes at me, while grabbing the pile of my clothes that I had dropped to the ground while covering myself. To my confusion, I found that I simply couldn't move ...not while "he" was still looking at me. I just couldn't seem to make myself do anything, and I was terrified to find myself starting to sob quietly, with tears streaming down my face. "I can't do it!", I wailed, in my new feminine voice, "Turn away, please!", I begged. "What be you problem? You ain't got nuttin' I ain't seen every day of me life!", she growled, "Ged on wid' it!" "I'm sorry, I just can't!", I bawled, feeling totally out of control and on the verge of hysterics ... I simply couldn't control either my reactions or my emotions, and I was as much terrified by this as I was almost hysterical about being naked before ... a man ... what was happening to me? "All right! OK! Don' be gettin' yousel' in a knot, I didn' mean to make you cry ... I'll look away, OK?", and turned away as s(he) spoke. I found myself uncontrollably snatching the clothes from the ground, and quickly examined them ... what was happening? ... I was behaving, well, like a girl ... and even though I wasn't on show any more, I was still jittery and only just getting my emotions under some sort of control. Grabbing the cheap panties, I stepped into them and pulled them up my shapely legs and snugged them down against my flattened crotch ... and felt much more comfortable and, indefinably, safer wearing them. (What was happening? This wasn't me ... yet it felt so natural.) Grabbing the bra, and noting that the pads in the cups were damp and smelling of sour milk ... my milk? ... I turned it around so I could fasten the clasp, and then slid it around my body to slip my arms into it while bending over the seat my swollen breasts into the maternity cups. (How did I know to do this? What was going on?) Next came the support pantihose, and their heavy nylon slid over (my) smoothly shaven legs caressingly, and up over my huge belly, then, quickly, (my?) open sandals and smock dress. "Be you ready yet?", Sharleen queried, "We be needin' to gets ta me flat, den we'c'n think dis ting through." "Yes, I'm ready." "Righto! We's needs to gets de babies in de pram.", Sharleen said, and unfolded the pram she had stood against one of the walls, picked up the babies who had been sleeping peacefully in their blankets, and placed them in their side by side seats. "OK. We be goin' ... but you'se needs to be de one to be with de babies. Anyone seein' me wid dem would be real suspicious like, and dat could cause trouble. We shouldn' be seen together, so you be needin' to follow me at a distance wid dem, too." And with that, she strode off to the end of the cul-de-sac, turned, and gestured for me to follow. What choice did I have? I grabbed the pram and began following ... pushing it as fast as I could with the waddling gait that was forced on me by my swollen belly. It was hard to keep up with Sharleen - she always seemed to be at the next corner, or at the end of the street, waiting for me to get close enough for "her" to disappear from my sight until I could waddle to where I could see her again. Finally, she seemed to reach her destination, a tower block of council flats, rather run down and ratty looking, which the graffiti'ed and defaced sign declared to be the "Jasmine Allen Estate." As I approached, she disappeared almost completely from sight by ducking into a stairwell where the lights weren't working, and I hurried as best I could after her, pushing the pram before me. As I reached the stairwell, "her" voice hissed at me, "You be in Flat 3B, de keys be in de purse in de carrier at de back of de pram. We be needin' not to be seen together, so you be goin' up de first, and I be followin' as soon as tings be safe and clear." I turned to walk toward the lift, and there was a bark of laughter, "De lifts in a place like dis don't never work, de Council don't have no money for de likes of us. You be havin' to take de stairs!" "But what about de ... (was her manner of speech getting to me?) ... the babies? How can I get the pram up the steps?" "You be havin' to manage ... I always have ... ", she replied, in a voice that brooked no argument, no argument at all. I struggled to drag the pram up the stairs, going up backward and pulling it up a step at a time ... and with my weak female body and very pregnant frame it was a time consuming and exhausting process. When I finally reached the landing at the third floor, I was totally exhausted, and collapsed against the wall for a moment or two ... then struggled down the passageway to Flat 3B. When I got there I fumbled through the purse, which was where Sh ... (what was her name?) ... had told me it'd be, opened the door, and stepped inside, pushing the babies in their pram before me. Feeling around, I found the light switch and turned on the hall lights - the flat was worn looking, but neat enough and clean, for which I felt (why?) a glow of pride. The furnishings were sparse, and looked like they were a mix of charity castoffs and cheap secondhand stuff. I pushed the door shut, but made sure that it wasn't latched so that ... what was her name? I couldn't put my finger on it! Anyway, so he ... no, she ... could get in without attracting attention. As if by magic, as soon as the door clicked shut, both my ... her ... babies seemed to wake simul ... sim ... at the same time and began bawling loudly. What was wrong? I quickly checked Stephie and Tallie to see if they'd wet their nappies ... nope, that wasn't it. "Maybe they're hungry?" I walked down the hallway to the tiny kitchen and opened the Fridge - there were some frozen veggies and sausages, a wilted lettuce, and nothing at all suitable for babies. The cupboards were also empty of anything except some cheap generic teabags and a small container of sugar, and there was a half a loaf of stale bread in the bread box. There were several empty containers of baby food in the kitchen tidy, and an empty can of formula ... I'd, no she'd ... run out of baby food! The howling was becoming embarrassingly loud - surely it would wake the neighbours and he ... what was his name? (Wait a minute! She's Sharleen! But who am I ... I'm ... I'm ... T- ... I can't remember. What's happening?) ... if I didn't shut my babies up, then he'd not come up, he'd be seen, and he didn't want to be. I grabbed the two to cradle, but even that had no effect, they simply wailed on. Then I realised - my breasts were sore and swollen, they were leaking milk! I could breast feed my babies! (Why wasn't I horrified at the idea?) Quickly I unbuttoned the front of my dress abd then opened first the left, and then the right, flap on my maternity bra ... carefully lifting Stephie and Tallie in turn to my nipples, where they immediately began to suck greedily. The sensation was strangely comforting (which was vaguely worrying to me) and they immediately quieted, being too busy feeding to make any noise. "You be good babies, drink all you need and be quiet for mummy. Den T- ... de man who be comin' up de stairs .. he be comin' soon. (What was his ... her ... name ... it was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't seem to get it out) When he be up in dis here flat we be fixin' dis prollem (What's wrong with my speech ... I don't speak like this? He ... no, she ... does!) As Stephie and Tallie sucked milk greedily from my breasts I sat back in a kitchen chair feeling almost, well, contented ... having my babies feed from me brought back pleasurable memories of what it had been like just after they'd been born first ... (No! That can't be right, they're not my babies ... I'm a boy, I've never been pregnant. My name's Sharleen ... no, no, no! That's a girl's name, my name's Sh- Shar- ... no it's not Sharleen, but that's all I can remember. What's happening? Oh god! Please! Help me!) I began to pray and sob alternately while my babies sucked their fill and dropped off into a contented sleep. After fighting for quite a while to regain my composure I put my sleeping babes into their cribs and went to the window to see if I could figure what had happened to ... to ... to they guy I had been, who was waiting below. When I pulled back the curtains I had to look carefully, as the courtyard was in almost complete darkness (most of the security lights had been long since smashed, and the Council hadn't paid any attention to our complaints). Still, there was someone ... near the entrance. A guy, a white guy, dressed in some sort of uniform (was he in the army? No, that didn't seem right ... what was happening to my memory?) and a white woman ... she looked like she was dressed the same as the lady who had waved to me at the Station. They were talking and, as I watched, a Mini-Cab pulled up and the guy got in ... leaving the woman standing there alone. She waved to the departing cab and, after a second, turned and walked briskly in the direction of the flats. I stood stunned ... was that me that had gone in the cab? Or was the guy still hiding downstairs. After a while I was aroused by a "tap-tap-tap" at my front door. I turned and walked down the corridor, opening the door ... there stood the lady from the station, the same one who'd been downstairs only a moment before. "What you be doin' wid ... wid ... wid de white guy ... de one who ... who ... (I couldn't ... literally couldn't ... get out the words) "stole my body ..." ", and I collapsed against the wall, sobbing with fear and frustration. "There, there, dear Sharleen ... aren't you going to ask me in?" said the lady, who pushed me gently aside, took me by the elbow, and guided me down the hall, closing the door behind her, "Come on, let's go to the kitchen and have a nice cup of tea ... we don't want to wake your beautiful babies now, do we?" When we reached the kitchen I managed to blurt out ... "What be you doin' to me ... ", but she cut me off with a peremptory gesture that simply stopped the words in my throat. "Where's your milk, dearie?" "I be habbin' no milk ... I needs to be buyin' some down to mini-mart tomorrer ... ", I replied (I knew I should be able to talk like her, but I simply couldn't do it). "Oh well, dearie, please sit down then and we'll have a nice chat about you", as she spoke she made a slight gesture and I felt myself sit down even though I knew I really wanted to lunge at her and choke her until she told me what was going on! "Now, dearie, I'm sure that you're dying to know what's going on - but first I need your help. I need you to answer some questions for me, first ... What's your name?" "My name be Sharleen Sims ... no ... no ... its, its ... John? Fred? Bill? You've done sumthink to me and I can't remember!", I sobbed softly. "That won't help! Calm down and just answer my questions!", she said, with another gesture ... and, instantly, I felt calm and ready for any question she might ask me. "What school did you go to?" "I don' be goin' to no school ... not since befoah I be fallin' pregnant wid Stephie and Tallie. Befoah dat I be goin' to Greenslade Comprehensive (That was ... wrong ... I'd been to an all boys school ... but I simply couldn't remember where, and the names of several of "my" teachers at Greenslade popped into my mind as I desperately tried to remember ... ) "Not a very good school, I take it. What did you study there? What tests did you pass?" "It be OK ... I don' go dere dat offen nohow. When I be dere I take sewin' and cookin', I don' go to Maths or anyting else, I be no good at dem ... my readin' be no good and my head be hurtin' when I try dose sums dey gib you. I lef' when I gets pregnant and didn' do no O Levels, neither." (This couldn't be true ... I'd topped the school in ... in ... Needlework? No that wasn't right!) "When did you first have sex, and who was your first partner?" "I be fourteen, and he be Willie, me boyfrien' ... he be de fadder of Stephie and Tallie, and of dis one in here too.", I said, pointing to my belly (and quailing with horror inside - even more so because I could clearly remember Willie, and how big a stud he was. Even thinking of him made me horny for him.) "What do your parents think about this?" "Me muvver be dead, and I doan' know who me fadder were ... I be livvin' wid a foster family befoah I'se gets in de family way, den I'se be runnin' off and livvin' wid Willie eber since den." (But my parents were alive ... weren't they? What did I care, Mum was a cheap Tom, and ... wait a minute, my parents were wealthy, weren't they? How could my mum be a slag?) "What is the one thing in the world that you want most right now?" "For Willie bein' out o' the Nick termorrer and for to gib' him de blow job o' his life ... an den I's wants him to lick my cunt till I'se explode." (Nooooo!!! I want my body ... to be licked out by Willie ... to suck his huge dick, because he can't fuck me now because of the babies ... noooo!!! ... that's not right, but its the irresistable image and urge that I have in my mind, and my nipples are becoming erect, and my cunt is getting hot and wet at the thought of my Willie and what ... nooo!!!) "Once you've had your baby, what do you want most then?" "I'se wants to be gettin' back to bein' fucked outta my mind by Willie, regular. I's wants his big dick givvin' me a good reamin' evver night, and his han's feelin' my tits, and his tongue inside me mouf." (This was, to my relief, exactly what I wanted, and I was getting hotter and hotter just thinking about it.) "Will you be going on the Pill when you've had this baby?" "If'n Willie doan' wan' no more babies right away ... but I'se wants a big family. Mebbe six kids, more if Willie be wantin' dem. I'se nebber liked bein' alone when I's younger." "Well, I've got some good news for you, Sharleen, darling ... the Spell I've cast on you is working just as it should. You've swapped souls with the person you now are ... and that means that your memories and learned behaviours are those of the body you now inhabit, and those of your original body have faded nicely, as predicted. All that remain are memories of those memories, and that's all that you'll ever have now. Even if you walked right past your old body on the street, or even talked to the old Sharleen who now inhabits it, you simply wouldn't recognise him as being what you once were. In short, you're an ignorant, semi-literate, pregnant, sixteen and a half year old black unwed mother with no education, almost no hope of ever getting one, no money, and a petty criminal as your boyfriend and the father of your children. Just as Mark wanted you to be ... he really does want to win the school prize for History and, in return for her new life, the "old" Sharleen is more than willing to throw the exam. "Oh, and just to add some icing to the cake, Mark insisted that I make you even more passive than the 'old' Sharleen ... you'll find it almost impossible to ever argue with your man, whoever he may be ... and your need for sex has been raised a notch or two, you'll need to get fucked more than you ever have in the past. Willie will be being released tomorrow morning, and we've increased his sex drive as well ... even more than yours. He'll want you all the time, and you'll simply have to respond even when you don't want to. So you'll be his little black slut, having his babies, cooking, cleaning, and working your fingers to the bone to keep your family going. Of course, you could work to change things - there's always some hope we leave our subjects. Especially as we make it impossible for them to commit suicide ... just so they have no easy way out. "Still, all in all, a satisfactory little revenge, wouldn't you say?" With that, she stood up, made another gesture with her hand, and said, "When I leave, you'll change for bed and when you wake up in the morning, your Willie will be well and truly on his way home to get that blow job you so want to give him ... and you'll be looking forward to it, won't you dearie?" With that, everything went black ... The End