I see you in the bar and won't leave you alone. You are getting tired and decide to call it a night -- but you decide you'll do womankind a favor and serve a little justice. Pretending to relent, you invite me to your place. You offer me a drink, then take me downstairs to your lair. You offer me a seat, whereupon my limbs grow numb and I am rendered immobile.

"Oh, don't worry," you say, "the helplessness you feel is only temporary. It's the easiest way I've found to handle men such as yourself."

"You see, I'm a witch. And when I clearly rejected you... Show more