I vomited.
Then, spent in a swoon of wine and passion, she placed me between her breasts.
I rested there and listened to her heart beat.
She had taken me off of her damnd leash, that silver chain, but it didn't matter.
I was hardly free.
One of her massive breasts had fallen to one side and I seemed to be right over the heart.
The heart of the witch.
If I were the answer to the Population Explosion then why hadn't she used me as more than a thing of entertainment, a sexual toy? I stretched out there and listened to that heart.
I decided that she was a witch.
Then I glanced up.
Do you know what I saw? A most amazing thing.
Up in that little crevice below the headboard.
A hat pin.
Yes, a hat pin, long with one of those round purple glass things at the end of it.
I walked up between her breasts, climbed her throat, got up on her chin(after much trouble), then walked quietly across her lips, and then she stirred a bit as I almost fell and had to grab to a nostril for support.
