Before the morning is done Barbara Moore is driven from the archbishop’s opulent country estate to the outskirts of the town of New Eastwick. New Eastwick is east of the village of Eastwick and mainly a blue-collar working stiff community. Eastwick and Little Brampton are protected as historical districts and improvements are limited to preserving the buildings. I am not sure Barbara Moore appreciates the distinction as she is led through the streets of New Eastwick…
This has to be some joke Chancellor Wragg is pulling on me. I’m weeks away from my thesis review and I am being dragged naked through this fucking equivalent of a Limey ‘redneck’ town.
The goddamn bastards seem to be enjoying the show. Even the bitches don’t seem to mind with a small twist of fate they could be following in my footsteps! I yell at the cunts “You turn will come!”
“Maybe but you’ll only be table scraps when I go” one of the women yell back.
We leave the west end of New Eastwick and are quickly through historic Eastwick. One witch is twitching her last on the Hill of Eastwick…
…while another is introduced to her noose. If this is a joke I fail to find the humor.
The path to Little Brampton is rock and dirt torturing my feet. I have to remember I have not been convicted of anything and I must not confess no matter what they do to me!
-Barbara Moore, a bit scared right now…
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This has to be some joke Chancellor Wragg is pulling on me. I’m weeks away from my thesis review and I am being dragged naked through this fucking equivalent of a Limey ‘redneck’ town.
The goddamn bastards seem to be enjoying the show. Even the bitches don’t seem to mind with a small twist of fate they could be following in my footsteps! I yell at the cunts “You turn will come!”
“Maybe but you’ll only be table scraps when I go” one of the women yell back.
We leave the west end of New Eastwick and are quickly through historic Eastwick. One witch is twitching her last on the Hill of Eastwick…
…while another is introduced to her noose. If this is a joke I fail to find the humor.
The path to Little Brampton is rock and dirt torturing my feet. I have to remember I have not been convicted of anything and I must not confess no matter what they do to me!
-Barbara Moore, a bit scared right now…
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