The tequila's having put me to sleep, I wake up spinning a little but quickly regain my composure. Then i hear what woke me the shower is running and moaning is coming for the bathroom. I look on the bed and see a scarecro costume and blue dress and basket lying there..."Huh, looks like Dorothy is gettin a little straw in the shower" is say to myself. I hear a chuckle...no a wicked evil laugh at that from the doorway. There leaning provoctively against the frame is the demoness she is sipping from a bottle of something.

"Can you let me out now" I ask.

"I have something better in mind" she says and walkes towards the bed the whip dragging the whole way.

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.