he came even closer and difficulty breathing was no longer my main concern because the oxygen in my lungs started burning . even though the soft moans assure me it 's occupied , the closed door signals their desire for privacy . but the real word for a group of witches is an `` argument . '' i bit off a piece of my thumbnail and spit it out . now i really was crying , and i brushed the tears away and then stood in front of him . he knew the first time with prudence would n't be enough . 