Harm to none

Light bulbs flashing illuminates his teeth, a slight smile like that of Elvis slapped me fiercely across my cheek.  Outside I had been waiting, seven hours of freezing humiliation.  My insane progressive stalking became an obligatory recreation required to feed my growing obsessive fascination.  Harm to none was the way of the Witch, but a love spell was the exception.  To love me was to do no harm, to force him to admire my charm, to get rid of her to bring him into my arms, seemed a perfect opportunity.  You see I, an intelligent blonde could bring dignity and class, my boobs were not like hers all round like her perky ass!  Convinced of my morality I pursued his hand into my clutch, hidden accidently I scratched, but not too much.  Unaware of the inflictor his pulled back his hand rushing off down the carpet, disappearing into a magical land.  Downwards I glanced and saw my perfect present.  Opening my purse, tissue I did find to wrap around my fingertips so his blood I could bind. I smiled quietly cackling at what I had just done; away I flew quickly envisaging all my future fun. 9am news story flashed across my large plasma TV, smugly drinking coffee I just knew what I was about to see.  Tuck Halliday arrested for murder, as girlfriend found dead.  Examiners say he is as guilty, as the charge clearly said chemical DNA markers, did not belong to the dead.  A single cream tissue with a stained bloody splat, tied his heinous misgivings to that of the body on the mat.  Harm to none was my ploy and by that I still stand, my spell worked perfectly as I breathed life into my fantasy land.  Mr Halliday convicted murderer now single and all alone, finds solace in a single witch who can read the chicken bones!