VIGNETTES III – Witchy Woman
Not wanting to be around people, I spent a few moths surviving in the woods. Coming home leaner and meaner, I fell in with a spooky woman who brought out my cruelest tendencies. Oh yeah, she was born on Halloween…not kidding.
After that affair I had worked briefly as a bar manager and had a few short term lovers. One was particularly submissive and liked to be commanded and used. But I still had some monsters haunting from my army days and felt myself becoming more anti social. I decided to walk off for a while and ended up in the woods of the Northern United States. I survived alone for about three months before I finally came out of the woods and walked to visit some relatives in the area. My dad came up and after a week or two we went home.
As always, the names have been changed and conversations have been reconstructed.
It wasn’t long after we got home that my best friends since eighth grade wanted to get together. I did not look the same and they were taken aback. I had left as a closely trimmed 205# soldier. I had returned a sinewy 170#, my hair covered body darkened by three months in the sun. My auburn hair had grown and a thick red beard reached to my chest. Both were striped with blonde from he sun’s bleaching. My blue eyes, they said, were almost white now. We talked way into the night, they catching me up on common friends and I relating the adventures of living in the deep woods.
A few days later I was working on my bike in the driveway when the neighbor from across the alley came out. He wandered over and asked me about my Triumph and we hit it off pretty well. I followed him over to his garage to look at his bike. He was having a problem with the mixture. As I worked on it I glanced up and noticed a parachute pack and harness hanging from a hook on the wall. Turns out that he had been airborne as well but twenty years ago. A few weeks later we made arrangements and we made a couple of outlaw jumps. He started asking me over anytime he had friends over for pool parties and it wasn’t long before I found out that he was a naturist as were many of his friends.
One evening I heard laughter and music and went over and knocked on the gate, John opened up and grinned, he invited me in and I came in. He was, for once, wearing trunks and his strawberry blonde girlfriend who I had seen naked more than once was wearing a nice little white bikini that pushed up her B cup breasts and accentuated her smooth hips and thighs. She may be 15 years older than me, but she was hot. At the pool’s edge with her chin resting on her folded arms was a cute brunette, she had an orange bikini on and from what I could tell she was almost flat chested. Her hair was dark brown, almost black and her eyes were dark, exaggerated behind rose tinted eye glasses. John handed me a beer and introduced me to Donna, an ex-girlfriend who was eight years older than me. We chatted a little bit and John said, “why don’t you join us?” I had nothing else going on so I said, “I’ll be right back” and went across to change into shorts, get the house keys and let Dad know I was staying out late.
The sun had gone completely down by the time I came back across and let myself in. John and Carol were both in the pool as well and the only light was the citronella torches and the pool lights. I reached in the cooler, grabbed a beer and sat on the edge of the pool with my legs dangling in the water. Donna smiled with a big grin and then swam over to where I was sitting. I thought her eyes had been exaggerated by the glasses but now saw they were truly and unnaturally large. As I glanced down at her I was mildly startled as I saw her nipples silhouetted against the glowing water and after my eyes adjusted I could see that she was completely naked as she hung herself on the edge of the pool between my knees. John and Carol came over too and soon I had slipped into the chest deep water and we were all lounging around laughing. John had a way of putting me on the spot and with his goading and Carol and Donna’s flirting, I finally shed my trunks. Now I had spent the lion’s share of my time in the woods naked but I was not in the habit of going nude in mixed company. I was a little uncomfortable at first.
Soon we were all out of the water and sitting around under torch light. I got my first look at Donna. She was long legged with distinct but relatively narrow hips. Her breasts were slight rises from her chest wall essentially rounding her aureole. Her nipples were stiffened by the night air and looked delicious. She sported a thick dark thatch of pubic hair that matched her shoulder length coif and she was ghostly white from her hips to her breasts; accustomed to one piece suits I figured. She looked a lot like the ladies in the Robert Palmer videos of the eighties…except for the breasts. I came to dislike those videos.
She sat with her legs folded under her and next to me while carol was on my other side, reclining against John. They all finally got a good look at me as well. I had scarce tan lines around my waist because I had spent my Summer in the woods naked except for rare occasions and my face had hardened. I was probably as well defined as at anytime in my life and Donna had reached over and started stroking my triceps on my right arm that I had propped up on. I was a little self conscious though; while my dick is large and thick when aroused, it is average when flaccid. Not tiny, just not nearly as impressive as when I’m hard. John rolled and lit a joint and we slowly started adding that to our already intoxicated minds.
It wasn’t long before the girls were giggling and flirting. They’d dance for us and we played little games similar to “Truth or Dare” with plenty of touches and such as was appropriate for hedonists. Donna was staring at me and when I shot a look back at her and she said, “you’re gorgeous.” Now a few months in the woods will mess with your judgment and knowing what I know now, I should have bade them all good night. Instead I reached out and grasped Donna’s hair and pulled her face to mine and French kissed her deep and hard. I used my left hand to grasp a tender tit and mauled it with my hand causing her to moan into my mouth. I broke the kiss and set back on my heels and raised my beer to my lips. John and Carol sat with their mouths open and Donna was wide eyed, panting and looking a little like a frightened deer. I had started to stiffen and got back up and jumped in the pool.
I looked at Donna, caught her eye and mouthed, “come here.” She looked down and slowly got up and slipped into the water. I pulled her to me backing into deeper water until she was dependent on me to hold her head above the lapping surface. I grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled until her face was lifting up and a gasp escaped her lips. There was something about her that made me aggressive, that made me want to use her. I kissed her open mouth and then moved down her long neck, sucking as she writhed in my grip until I tasted blood and she gave up her struggles. I pulled back and looked at the purple and bloody rash I had marred her throat with. I glanced over at John and Carol and John had his head back while Carol was curled up at his lap with her head undulating sensuously. I never released my grip on Donna’s hair and pulled her higher, locking my lips around one turgid nipple and then the other until both were obscenely swollen and reddened. She was grinding her crotch into my hip at this point when I finally released her hair and shoved her away from me. She looked at me in surprise, but her chest kept heaving and she approached to kiss me. I stopped her and then took her hand tp lead her out of the pool and into the house.
Once inside the living room I spun her and pushed her to her knees those huge eyes looking up at me. I had her head in both hands and pushed her lips to my stiffening cock. She turned away at first, causing my dick to press into her cheek. She whimpered through closed lips and I turned her head until my hard on was against her lips again. She placed her hands on my thighs and pushed as if to pull away but I wouldn’t let her go; instead I increased the pressure and forced her lips to my cock. She hissed and mumbled something unintelligible and slowly her lips parted and I thrust into her wet mouth. I stroked across her tongue a few times and I pulled her mouth free, she looked up at me, her eyes burning with lust or anger. I couldn’t tell. I pushed back in and started to hit the back of her throat and she started shaking her head and making sounds of protest around my cock. I still had half of it outside of her lips and pressed on. She gagged and pressed hard against my legs struggling as I held her in place, blocking her airway. I finally relented and pulled free of her drooling mouth. I turned her head loose and looked down at her as she gasped in huge lungs full of air. Her head was down cast and she sat on her heels with her hands now resting at her sex. “Donna.” She slowly looked up, then at my raging hard on. A very meek voice whispered, “please don’t hurt me.” I nudged her lips with my purple cock head and she straightened up on her knees and she started a slow tortuous blow job.
I wasn’t given to masturbation and there was essentially three months of pent up lust and sperm that started to roil and churn as she slurped on the top half of my dick. I grabbed her head in my hands again but resisted the urge to choke her down and held her still as I felt it swell and then cut loose in her mouth. I kept surging and squirting and it was enough to cause her to cough and sputter. An erotic splatter of thick cum sprayed out around my cock and smeared her face around her mouth as flecks peppered my own pubic hair. The jerks and surges lessened and I pulled from her mouth. A last rope dropped from my dick and ran down her right shoulder and drooled down across her nipple. She sat back on her heels and wiped her face with her hands and traced a lazy finger through the trail that was down her chest, taking a moment to consider the cum and rubbing her nipple as shudders jerked her body.
I knelt beside her, reached under her ass and raked her legs from under her. I laid her back on the shag carpet and studied her reclining form. I was still rock hard, I leaned over and pulled her thighs wide causing the glistening pink of her labia to catch a little of the candle light. I climbed between her thighs and sat back on my heels. I ran a hand up from her pubic thatch to her chest and grasped a heaving breast and pulled and twisted until she groaned. I took my right hand and stroked her slit until she was raising her pelvis off of the floor and then I jammed two fingers into her rudely. Her hips jerked and she gasped loudly as I sawed in and out of her a few times. The entire time she was gyrating and moaning, not a word of protest had escaped her lips and she had presented herself to me naked after all. It was time to take her.
She watched my face as I crawled over her, leering down at her. I unceremoniously placed the head of my painfully erect cock at her opening. THEN she protested, “no, please, please don’t.” I paused just a moment and looked into her pleading eyes before I crashed into her, crushing her cervix back into her womb. “Ahhhhhh!” she cried out and started to whimper as I drew out and lunged back in stretching her open and pushing her cervix back into itself. I rammed her hard trying to get all of me in to her and she started grunting every time I landed another blow deep into her. I pistoned into her, finally deep enough to slam my balls against her upturned ass, my arms planted at her sides with her legs forced open and draped over my forearms. I was vaguely aware when John and Carol came in on the way to their bedroom, “damn he’s drilling her.”
I was driving Donna into the carpet and she was clawing my shoulders with her nails, grunting, hissing and muttering things in a muffled, guttural voice. As I quickened my pace she started thrashing about under me as if she was trying to crawl out from under me. I was watching her face and that lustful visage melted into one of panic. “Stop, you have to stop. Oh God, stop!” she said quietly but emphatically. I persisted, hammering her cunt, stretching and bending it as I plunged into her again and again. “No! I can’t…stop!” she pleaded and I crashed into her one last time and flooded her cervix and vagina with a long and powerful climax. I felt it surge back out and run down my balls and could imagine it doing the same down the crack of her ass, staining John and Carol’s carpet. I finally pulled out and rolled off of her shining and cum soaked body. She had her face covered in her hands and remain splayed open with cum oozing from her stretched vagina. I patted her pubic mound callously and went outside, put on my trunks and dozed in one of the chaise lounges.
It was probably on about 0330, when I startled awake. It was dark and I was in shadow so I remained perfectly still. Donna was walking around the pool naked and bathed in moonlight. She was muttering and laughing and finally threw her arms out and started to spin looking at the moon. She kept this up for a while and finally went back inside. “Good time to go home,” I thought and did just that.
A few days later, John and I were talking about Donna in his driveway and he was telling me about being part of a nudist colony together. He talked about her reading Tarot and “talking to spirits”; how their gatherings would regularly turn into weird fireside seance like orgies. He was like I was at the time, a complete atheist and found it entertaining for a while. He said he had tried to break it off more than once but somehow got sucked back in. “How’d you finally get her to leave you?” He looked at me and grinned, “I did the one thing she couldn’t abide. I fucked her teenage sister.” Then he cocked his head and said, “watch where you play, she wants you now.” I scoffed and went back into the house.
The following weekend John asked me over for dinner. He, Carol, Donna and another couple, Cheryl and Tom, that they used to run with back in their nudist colony days, were all there. It was an interesting evening, there was lots of history shared among them and I sat bemused, sipping a cognac and listening to their reminisces. Candlelight danced off the walls and ceilings painting bizarre pictures in shadow. The aroma of marijuana hung in the dim light and everyone decided they wanted Donna to read their Tarot. I watched with near disinterest as she read, and impressed both Cheryl and Tom. She gave Carol the creeps and even John was a little unsettled. She decided she would read me next and as she placed the cards in her ritualistic way, she studied them and then scrutinized me. I figured she would make something up, feeling around with guesses until it looked like she was getting something. But after a long pause and with everyone watching, she got a confused look on her face and scooped the cards up. “Well?” John pushed. “I can’t read him,” she said quietly. “Why not?” I was actually feeling a little insulted. “I just can’t,” she said, her eyes a little watery. I shrugged it off.
In the wee hours we broke it up, Cheryl and Tom were the first to leave. Then as I stood and headed out the back door she followed me. I ignored her until we got outside of the yard and in the driveway. I turned on her and said facetiously, “what can I do for you?” She grabbed my arms and tried to kiss me and I held her off. “Come home with me, stay with me,” she said in what would become a disturbing tone of voice for me. It was quiet, breathy and high pitched. “Why?” I was actually a tad irritated. She knelt at my feet and hugged my ass, pressing the side of her face into my crotch, “I want you, I will serve you.” A chill ran down my spine and my dick stirred. “I’ll be there next week, I have to make arrangements.” For the life of me I don’t know why I answered that way. I know that’s not what I wanted to say, but it is what I said. A week later I show up at her door, my duffle loaded with my personal items and several changes of clothes. She greeted me in a long, sheer and dark chemise. I entered into her efficiency and into what was going to be the weirdest and worst year of my life.
As I said, I always liked to make sure to bring women to orgasm but Donna was a passive lover. In fact anytime I was close to bringing her off she would stop me, spread her legs and ask, “just fuck me.” We were pretty active but something about her made me want to punish her and it didn’t help that when I got horny, she would go completely submissive.
One night a few weeks later, we were in the midst of a sweaty fuck in the candle light (we used candles almost exclusively, I was light sensitive and she preferred the atmosphere). There was a seven foot long Mylar banner hanging from the wall and the distorted and hallucinatory reflections of our intertwined bodies was driving me to a frenzy. I wanted to stretch and pull her cunt in a brutal drive to seed her. I was sitting on my knees and she was straddling my legs as we ground our hips together. She was making these hissing inhalations and she’d let out a long “oooooooooh” as she exhaled long and punctuated both with a grunt. As I filled her with my thick cum she threw her head back and thrashed her sweat soaked hair, some sticking to her throat and face. I pulled out from within her dripping sex and stood in front of her. She didn’t say a word, bowed her head momentarily and took my cum slick cock deep into her mouth, tasting both of us as she laved her tongue around my swollen cock head and shaft. Soon it shined with just her saliva and was hard as a rock once more.
I knelt back down with her and turned her so that she was facing the reflective poster and I was behind her. I pulled the belt from the robe she had discarded earlier and tied her arms behind her at the elbows, thrusting her chest out. “Ungh!” she cried as I cinched the bonds tight. I pressed against her back and started mauling her tiny breasts and hardened nipples with one hand and rudely jamming fingers into her leaking cunt. I leaned over and whispered, “I bet you love it in the ass, don’t you witch?” She groaned. I torqued her nipple causing her to throw her head back and sob out her pain. “Don’t you?” I insisted. She entered in to that disembodied high and breathy voice, “Noooo,” she whined. “No one has ever…” “Lying witch!” I shoved her head down into the pillow. She was bent at the waist with her ass unprotected in front of me. I jammed my fingers into her slimy vagina again causing her to whimper at the intrusion. I removed my fingers and slathered the goo all around and over her sphincter, pausing to jam a finger into her rectum and causing her to cry out into the pillows. Satisfied with my selfish preparations I seated my purple head against her ass hole and applied pressure causing a whimper to escape her lips. “Please don’t hurt me,” she squeaked. “PleeeeeEEEEASE! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as I plunged all the way in, ripping my way into her bowels. It was only my shoving her face back into the pillows that kept the cops from being called. She was sobbing as I rutted into her. Having a blow job and a long languid fuck behind me, I drove into her for a long time. Sweat was running off of my body and hers reflected the candlelight as she cried out her anguish into the pillows. I pulled her head, straightening her up and hissed into her ear, “you like it in the ass, don’t you witch?” She was wracked with sobs and shook her head. I pulled out with the head of my dick firmly sealed against her ass, “you like it in your ass, DON”T YOU WITCH?” as I drove all the way back into her and she screamed into my hand. I drove into her with as much violence as I could muster and she finally went bone still, her head laid back on my shoulder and her eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling. “Yesssssss,” she breathed out as I shoved hard into her and emptied my balls into her bowels. She began to whimper again, “it burns.” I pulled out and shoved her back over at the waist. Cum still drooled from her labia, dripping in long strings onto the bedding and it was now enhanced by a pink tinged drop on a long rope made its way from her gaping ass hole to gather with the other pooling below. I left her silently sobbing and violated form as she was and still tied. I went to shower. When I came out she was on her side with her legs laid open and her hips turned so that her swollen sex and rectum were still visible. She groaned in her sleep as I untied her arms. The next day she looked a little frightened of me. I don’t think she thought I was capable of such depravity and to be honest, neither did I. Something was going on with me and it scared me a little.
We were a couple of months in and other than that night she returned to her passive submission. I didn’t much care for her lack of responsiveness but on the other hand if I need to fuck, she’d submit. There were nights where she shouted and then laughed with no one there. I would go out with friends though and sometimes she’d go into a screaming fit accusing me of cheating. I flat told her that if I ever did, I’d tell her. The attacks increased and I grew weary. A busty redhead had moved in downstairs and came out about the time I was leaving. She invited me in and we shared a few drinks and I ended up fucking her brains out all night. Donna was sitting in the apartment watching the door when I came in. She was glaring and I went to pick up my coat and motorcycle keys, I paused on the way out looked at Donna and said, “yeah, I fucked her.” I ducked out the door about the time a coffee cup shattered against the jam. She had thrown all of my stuff out and onto the common when I returned with my friends and loaded up. I was free for about a week before the crazy witch was beckoning me back to her. I don’t know why, but I came back.
The night I returned she met me at the door and pulled me in. This time she was draped in a white and sheer over the shoulder negligee; I swore she had tits now. She had candles everywhere and she simply started to unbutton my shirt. She slid my shirt off of my shoulders and knelt in front of me. She then undid my jeans and pulled them down, releasing my hardening cock. I stood her in front of me and studied her, those large eyes were drawing me in. I pulled her to me and said, “we aren’t doing this again. I won’t stand to be accused for something I didn’t do.” I grasped her chin and lifted her face, “do you understand?” She never took her eyes from me but stepped back and knelt in between four votive candles she had on the floor. I stepped around her and went through her drawers and found four pairs of pantyhose. I knelt in front of her and reached through the gap of her nightie and stroked and pinched a stiffening nipple. She gasped and then looked down. I stood up with her and turned her away from me. We had about a four foot ottoman and I made her lay flat on it, stomach down. I spread her thighs and tied her knees at the legs and then tied her wrists at the other end. I lifted the hem of her wrap and exposed her ass, I swear it was rounder than when I met her. I stroked and massaged it, then smacked it with my hand causing her to lurch against her bonds. I went around the other side and lifted her head by her hair. I slipped my cock into her gaping mouth and buried it down her throat. She wretched and thrashed and cried around the choking meat. I pulled back just as suddenly and she gasped for air as a string of saliva glistened between her mouth and my cock. I rammed home again getting the same satisfying struggle as her mouth was stretched around the base of my shaft and drool poured out around it. I withdrew as she sucked in desperate breaths. “You won’t put me through that shit again,” I hissed. She had tears streaming down her cheeks now and rasped out, “I won’t, I promise.” I returned to the other end and returned to playing with her ass, randomly shoving a finger into her rectum forcing sobbing breaths from her body. I found a pair of my boxers and shoved them into her mouth deeply so she couldn’t push them out. I pulled a belt from my duffle and doubled it over. I laid it on her back, trailed it teasingly down and across her ass. I let it slide against her cheek so she knew what it was and would begin to anticipate what was coming. I let her stew for a minute or so then without warning, “CRACK!” A muffled scream was choked out of her as I left a welt on that white ass. “Smack!” another stripe. She was struggling against her bonds and wailing a muffled cry through her gag. I let fly with about ten or twelve more, striping her ass and upper thighs. I stopped and rubbed her quivering and reddened butt cheeks. I slipped a finger down to her slit and as I suspected, she was wet.
I released her and made her turn over on her back, this time with her legs splayed open I tied her ankles so that her legs were folded back under her knees. Then I retied her wrists. Her head fell back as I pulled the gag from her mouth. I suckled and bit on her nipples and finger fucked her until she was writhing and grunting against my hand. I ceased and picked up a votive candle and said, “hmmmm,” as I swirled the molten wax. I tipped it over as her eyes grew wide and a drizzle of molten wax sizzled and crackled hitting a saliva covered nipple. She jumped and arched her back with a whimper. I suckled on the other nipple and repeated the hot wax treatment causing her to writhe and groan.
I placed the tip of my cock against her lips and she obediently opened and drew me in. This time she sucked with abandon and I thrust about half way in, drawing out against the wet vacuum of her mouth. I could feel the sperm boiling up and I thrust hard and saw her throat expand. She wretched and gagged but I held it in place as the first ropes exploded down her throat. I pulled back as surge after surge of cum filled her mouth and ran out of the corners and around my shaft, running in opalescent rivulets down her face and into her hair and nostrils. I pulled out and allowed the last to dribble onto her chin and run down to her pale white throat. As she lay panting with her chest heaving I took a moment to admire the erotic picture before me while she continued to sputter. I was still about halfway hard and went to the other end to where her painful ass was looking for a comfortable position against the coarse fabric of the ottoman. I studied the thick thatch of dark pubic hair and got an idea.
I went to the bathroom and got a hand towel, soaking it and wringing it out. I grabbed her razor and a bottle of conditioner. I ran the towel through the microwave and pulled out the steaming mass and juggled it on the way back to where I stood between her knees. I laid the steaming rag over her mound and she arched her back with a sudden gasp, “ahhhh,” she exhaled. I left it until it cooled to about luke warm. I peeled it off and squirted a pool of conditioner into my hand and massaged it into the hair and around it. I plied her knees apart and knelt. I had never done this so it was with some trepidation that I raked the razor through the top of her pubic hair and cut a swath through the bush exposing even whiter skin. It took about twenty minutes but soon she was as bald as a preteen.
She had been straining to watch what I was doing. Her hips occasionally twitched and rose against the pressure of the offending razor. I admired my work and at the same time and pondered her aversion to letting someone bring her off. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up her slit causing her to jerk and complain. She was struggling against her bonds as I went to work on her clit and sawed two fingers in and out of her soaking vagina. She was thrashing about as I pulled my fingers out and shoved one rudely into her ass causing her to cry out and thrust her hips up. She sounded like she was crying as I began to shove the finger in and out of her ass while sucking on her clit. She clamped her mouth closed and screamed behind closed lips as she came off the ottoman and went into a quivering and rigid mass, her orgasm wracking her body. What exquisite torture it was for her and what a turn on it was for me to force her to submit to orgasm when she so clearly didn’t want anyone to do so. I was rock hard and unceremoniously straightened up and plowed into her dripping cunt causing her head to thrash about as she sobbed out groans. I wasn’t gentle, I just brutally fucked her until I had cum squirting out around the tight seal at the base of my cock. I pulled out and watched as our juices oozed out of her and dripped on the floor. I sat back on the couch bed and sipped wine, leaving her tied there, her hard nipples silhouetted against the flickering candle light, her skin glowing with the sheen of fine sweat. I was sure there was a swelling to her breasts now. I sat for a while, my hard on returning, and then with out a word or touch, came to her dozing form and thrust back into her clean shaven but sloppy cunt. When I flooded her again, I was wiped out. I untied her, helped her up and then laid down with her on the couch bed. She laid her head on my chest and draped a leg over mine, nudging my balls and we slept.
After that it was more routine. Occasionally she would instigate but more often I would take her down, work her cunt just enough to get it wet and fuck her. Sometimes I would move her head to my crotch and she would obediently suck until it was hard and dripping. I would roll her onto her stomach, spit on her ass hole and bury myself balls deep as she screamed into the pillows. Her breasts were obviously growing now as she was filling a B cup bra. It turned out that I had bred her that first night at John’s. About six months in we had smoked a little and drank a little and she started getting active. She welcomed the orgasm I brought her to that night and we had hot sweaty sex on the living room floor of our new apartment.
The weirdness kept coming though. One night I came home and came in to our new apartment. She was sitting in a circle of candles reading Tarot. I stood over her before she looked up. She screamed in terror and backed over the candles and ran to lock herself in the bedroom. It was weeks later when she confessed that when she looked up, my shadow had wings and was misshapen.
We had a daughter and Donna went nuts, yelling at her “demons” often. I came home one time to cops in the living room. They had been called because of the screaming. She came down from the bedroom loft laughing and the cops shot me a pitiful look as they left, shaking their heads.
One night, as I slept she straddled me and had worked her cunt over my dick until it was hard. I stirred and watched through hooded lids as she sank down and took my cock deep. She settled with my cock crushed against her cervix, rotated her hips and her cervix snapped open. she let out a half sob and half laugh and I was locked inside the inner ring. We were now pubic bone against pubic bone. I slid my hands up to her chest and squeezed her new tits, working nipples between each thumb and forefinger. Sweet milk was expressed and ran down my arms. She rode me hard with her head thrown back and then she looked down at me smiling, her left hand rose with a diver’s knife and she thrust at my head. I caught her wrist, locked it and wrested the knife from her hand before flipping her onto the floor. She just sat there laughing.
That was it for me. About two years later I got custody of our daughter and Donna went off chasing spirits. I still don’t know where she is or IF she is. I raised our daughter with the help of a loving and faithful wife and she has since made us grandparents.