I stashed my black leather clutch purse next to me, crossed my legs and listened to the sound of his footsteps on the concrete drive way as he rounded...the back of the car and seated himself in the drivers seat next to me. The black Porsche’ 911T Carerra took off, the purring of the engine echoing into the warm night air. We arrived fashionably late for the party, the cobblestone pathway to the double front doors were lit with trees adorned in white lights spaced 3 feet apart. Master kept his. After fumbling through the first two buttons he caught on and finished withthem. He then took the skirt off of the hangar and, after taking the zipperdown, pulled it up his legs. He marveled at how it fit his very snuggly. Hereached behind and after tucking the blouse in zipped up the zipper.Somewhat instinctively he took his hands and smoothed out the skirt sothere were no wrinkles and that the blouse was not bunched up."Very nice Roxanne, I see that you are a little familiar with the way. I was just a young girl, but always had fond memories o’ that place. Hated to move to Tulsa, but when the crops all failed we had to.’ ‘I’m interested in tracing the history of the house, it being so old and all. Did you know the Reinart family that built it?’ ‘Oh, yes, everbody knew everbody in those days.’ ‘Was there ever any tragedy that befell the Reinarts? To a woman named Helen?’ The old dame eyed me suspiciously. ‘Why do you want to know?’ ‘Just curious. I’d like to know who lived there. As they waited, he turned to her, only to find her staring once again through the ominous gate into the night on the other side. She wore her hair up in a more formal style, revealing tantalizing glimpses of supple neck and glittering diamonds decorating each ear. She was a vision, but not one of his own making.He remembered her gasp when she opened package, and how its contents overflowed its edges, as though it had suddenly taken its own deep breath, increasing its volume to double the box's.