After they were gone, I stretched out on the couch to watch The Spiral Staircase that featured Dorothy McGuire as Helen, a mute woman, who becomes the...target of a serial killer in 1916. The killer preys upon women with "afflictions". I've seen the movie several times, but it's another one of those I never get tired or watching.Between the rain, my full tummy, and the coziness of the couch, I was dozing in and out as I watched Helen struggle with finding out the identity of the killer. I was. .. ummm... "; (Interestingly, she was basically unaware of two of those activities... ). Now, what capacity for attention that wasn't focused on his efforts at providing them both with pleasure was focused on her eyes -- eyes which seemed to get larger and more luminous by the minute. Was it any wonder that when they got huge in the realization that the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced was rolling down upon her, then went flat and unseeing as the explosion swept her consciousness. "She walked down the hallway, pushing through elaborately costumed dancers, and headed toward Bob's apartment. A tug on her arm pulled her backward and she turned toward a man dressed in a skeleton-suit and mask who quickly handed her a drink."This will help for awhile," Bob's voice came out muffled. "You know that mask you're wearing has a place for breathing and a place for drinking." Is he here?" Betty came directly to the point. "I just want to see if he had the nerve."Bob gestured her off. "Electricity powers? That's pretty badass and all, but what the hell is going on here?" he asked to no one in particular.* * *Halfway across town, the West mansion was awoken to a very loud cracking noise, bringing everyone out of their rooms in a hurry. Carly was wearing a robe that she clearly just threw on. Gibby was fully dressed for some reason, and it was very clear that Freddie and Jade had been interrupted by the noise. She was wearing his clothes and he was just wearing boxers, which.