Rose was her name and she was the most miserable person on earth. She hated everyone, especially older men and herself. Rose had been married five times and divorced five times. After her last divorce, when she was in her late forties, she met a Russian mystic who introduced her to the rudiments of black magic, the occult and witchcraft. For Rose the reason for learning it was simple. She wanted to cast spells and hexes on her ex-husbands and their wives. Rose wanted all of them to die, but she didn't want to murder them directly but indirectly through witchcraft. This way she wouldn't get charged with murder.
As for Rose's current employment she worked at the window at a coffee shop drive thru where she continually had confrontations with customers. Rose wasn't very pretty at all and possessed extremely rugged features for a woman and had a face like a retired boxer. But she had one thing and that was an enormous pair of breasts that she flaunted to the young men working with her. Rose always tried to catch their eye. There was one young man the age of nineteen named Richard that noticed her chest. The fifty year old Rose had a thing for younger men and would use her breasts to seduce them by squishing her civil war cannons on the young men whenever she got the chance. The seduction of young men she had learned from the Russian mystic.
Rose had one trick where she would go to the washroom and not lock the door. She would be in there for five or six minutes hoping one of the young studs, preferably Richard, would open the door and bango! She would be standing there with no top on. She liked doing that to the young studs and to see the reaction on their faces. Then she would come out of the washroom grinning to herself pretending nothing had happened and would hear the boys whispering about her that she went commando, that meant wearing no bra. This was a trick she had learned from the Russian mystic who was busty as well.
Then one day she asked Richard to help her move some furniture in her apartment. He knocked on her door and she answered it. There she stood in leather studded lingerie with a spiked collar around her neck and a sap in her hand. For eight hours they moved furniture, but only one piece: the bed.
Rose continued her relationship with the Russian mystic and the young boy. It was now time to put into effect what she had learned from the Russian sorcerer. She chose her first husband to apply a hex on. Six days after she put the hex on him he drove into a tree and died. Rose laughed about it when she read it in the papers. She then cast the evil eye on her second husband and he was run over at a train crossing. When her third husband was killed by falling out of a window it drew the attention of the police and they decided to pay Rose a visit. When they arrived she was having sex with the nineteen year old boy. She answered the door all sweaty and naked. The cops asked her to put some clothes on but she refused, claiming that she was a nudist and this was her right. So they questioned her in the flesh. She told the police that she had not seen any of her husbands in years. They had no evidence against her but they figured she might know something that could direct their investigation. She claimed ignorance and escorted them out and went back to Richard.
Richard was on the couch when the police were talking to her and he became nervous about the mysterious deaths of her ex-husbands. Richard had moved in with her and one time when she was not at home he searched her apartment from top to bottom and found her books and notes on witchcraft which meant nothing to him and he drew no connection between the witchcraft and the deaths of her ex-husbands.
Then one day he asked Rose about the witchcraft books and she said that it was just a hobby of hers she had learned from a Russian lady.
Then came the strange deaths of her last two husbands in the same day. The cops secured a warrant to search her apartment and arrest her on charges of witchcraft.
They hammered on the door. Rose was on the couch on top of Richard and she screamed, "I'm busy, come back later." In a heartbeat the cops busted down the door. Rose ran naked across the room grabbing an ancient broomstick she had recieved from the Russian mystic and darted into her room. She opened the window and sat on the window sill of the 18th floor with the broomstick between her legs and screeched, "I'm a witch you'll never take me alive you Nazi bastards."
She pushed off the window to fly away with the broomstick between her legs but plummeted to her death.