Scott beganto scan, eyes darting here and there looking for anything that hintedat where a succubus might be hiding.Drip...drip...drip...the slow patt...r of water was interrupted with aseries of beeps from the altered phone. Beep-beep-beep...(rustle).Scott's heart nearly exploded from his chest at the faint sound ofmovement to his right in the main tunnel. He swung his light and peeredinto the gloom, his light falling off into shadow in the distance.Something had moved.Scott silently gulped. A. John and Melissa invited everyone to continue dancing and Melissa put on a pot of coffee for anyone who wanted to sober up a bit before leaving.Over the next hour we danced and couples slowly began to leave until the only ones left were John, Melissa, my wife and me. John wanted to dance a few more songs with Jan and I was enjoying the thought of having another sample of his wife, so he turned the lights down real low and put on a CD of slow sexy songs. Before the first song was over we were. ." "No, you're not, now shut up and let me sleep fuck damn it", she said as she walked out and I couldn't help but staring at her two perfect cheeks moving out of my room. Alright, I must have hallucinated. I mean, why would the voice of Hitler's ghost talk to me? "Wow, your sister is hot."Oh fuck I'm too young for brain damage. "Don't worry, by the way, she can't hear me. Only you can." The look on my face must have told Hitler that this was precisely part of what I worried about. "Oh, wait,. "It was still a gamble, but yes. You needed that last 'good-bye' fuck to know it was really over for you." Maggie looked at me with concern. "So, how do you feel anyway?" I feel better than I've ever felt before in all my life!" I told her truthfully."Good! Now, where'd you put that butter anyway?" she asked once again."You were serious?" Why not? I've actually wanted to try that. "And I happen to have a thing for Marlon Brando anyway," she smiled, laughing. "To be honest with you Richard?" she.