Good Witch, Bad Witch

 

That bitch Suzy Carter had no idea what she was in for, inviting me to her birthday party.

I guess this is the part where I tell you how Suzy had it coming, right? Oh, I could tell you stories about her crimes that'd have you in my corner in a heartbeat. Too bad they'd all be lies. Suzy was an okay girl, nice enough to invite the geek everybody else thought was strange and freaky. I was a hardcore geek, the kind that didn't get seen on television. The kind that didn't play Dungeons and Dragons because that was too tame for someone who'd gotten a taste of Shadowrun or Call of Cthulhu. I didn't wear sweaters and look adorably shy yet sexy like Velma from Scooby-Doo. And when I stomped into her house in my jet black combat boots and everyone got a look of my purple hair, Suzy's mom looked like she was ready to shit a brick. You could see the precious soccer mom cunt's thoughts about how I'd mess up her prim and proper little party she'd carefully planned out for her baby girl.

She didn't know the half of it.

I'd brought the official present with me in a nice little package neatly wrapped in paper covered with little hearts, wrapping paper left over from Valentine's Day or some shit like that. But the real present wasn't going to be anything tangible like the damned locket I'd gotten her. No, the real present was going to begin as soon as I got her dad alone for a little bit.

Suzy's old man was a real hunk. I mean, I've always liked older guys but this one was something else, the kind of stud you got when you took a good looking guy and made him keep on shape and hit the gym for a couple of decades. Aged to perfection, with the kind of big arms a girl just loves to feel wrapped around her. And I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I cast my spell on him and made him my love slave.

Oh, did I mention that I'm a witch?