Chapter 13
Not surprisingly it was a male, and a singularly unimpressive specimen at that. He was short and weedy of build, with long, unkempt hair and a full, hippie-style beard. He was dressed in what was probably meant to look like a monastic gown, although in actuality it was nothing more than a rather grubby bathrobe.
“Please be seated,” Tara intoned in her deep mystical voice. “Now, go ahead and tell me your problem.”
“It’s not me that’s got a problem,” the man mumbled through his beard. “It’s you, you filthy fucking witch. I’m a witch-hunter, you see, and I track down witches and expose myself to them. I hope you’re ready for this, you fucking slut, ‘cause I’m going to show you my cock.”
“Oh, Buddha.” Tara rolled her eyes. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t.”