'Did he just wet himself?' questioned Werecat Jade. 'He did. So much for a big strong man,' chortled Werebear Jade.
I have to admit, I found their comments rather funny. "Girls," I chastised, "don't be mean. Maybe he has a weak bladder."
'Yeah, or maybe he just realized that he backed the wrong horse. Amazing how it took him this long to wise up." Fae Jade snorted in disgust. 'The jig is up, I bet he is drowning in regret.' continued Jada.
Meanwhile, Witch Jade was busy examining Owen Charlesworth. I could feel her abject disappointment with a member of her species. It was never easy to accept that one of your own kind could be so wicked. Yes, it happens all the time, but that doesn't lessen the disgust for their actions. The saying 'one bad apple' comes to mind. But a prudent caretake
