How can you say no? When you look at that body. that skin covering those bones. made of milk and sugar, chocolate and cinnamon. How can you stop? My tongue grew a few pant sizes. It pushed it's way out of my mouth. After this happens saying "no" is impossible. All you can do is taste all the mysteries of that skin. The smell that creeps from the deep, dark depths of the denim. Like the waft of hot apple pie, fresh from the oven, that lifts cartoon characters off their feet. I floated over her suspended by this smell. My tongue hanging down over her. I try to say no again, but i can't. Men who are starving should never float over a meal.

It's the smell that intoxicates. I could sit in front of this torture for hours and never salivate. But the smell. that terrible, glorious smell of cloth and sex. Sweet sweat. Age, Wisdom. The smell has a voice. With my cheek pressed against the stomach, Trying so desperately to hear anything. The voice of God maybe. "someone say no for me." The temptress is part cat i believe. Lying there, still. Purring because she wants me to pet her. Letting me know that it is okay for me to come close. "I'm no threat." she says. "Oh but you are. Also, you are afraid of water. Of this i am certain."

My tongue did shrink.
And the smell did die.
her skin wrinkled and stretched.
Sagging where it shouldn't
She aged 100 years.
Milk Curdled
Sugar turned to dirt.
Chocolate to Tree bark
Cinnamon to Ash.

What i smelled next made me gag.

Her head separated from her body. Old and dead.
the body the witch had concealed from her victim.

i had to touch her to push her away. My hands breaking her skin. It ran through my fingers like clay. There was no blood. Only dust.

Then i said "no."

It was much easier that time.