‘What’s for dinner?’ You follow your nose into the kitchen, where I am bent over the oven, a panful of chicken in my gloved hand, and you resist...the urge to swat my ass when you see a flash of red underneath my skirt. I straighten and smile at you, pushing the hair out of my eyes and standing on tiptoe to kiss you hello. ‘How was your day, love?’ I ask. ‘Hungry? Dinner’s almost ready I just have to finish up the salad and we’ll be ready to eat.’ You kiss me back and walk to the bathroom to wash. I knew she felt a little sorry for him I sensed that no longer having a work relationship, she'd be comfortable having sex with him. "You know, the way you're talking about him, I get the impression you'd like to fuck him" I said. "I've really fantasized about that a lot lately" she said. "I get that impression" I said. "You know" she said "On more than one occasion he's jokingly told me how much fun it would be if he could have sex with me". "I'm sure" I said. "Are you suggesting that we have. The first step is like everything else. You must admit it to yourself. Now I need some finger nail clipping's and some hair. Mike cut's some nail's and pull's out a strand or two of hair. Now Mike Amber say's. You and Janet will resign from the department. Give your two week's notice. Then you two will come to live at my parlor full time now. Finishing coffee, Amber get's up, telling them, I will see you in two week's.The two week's went by fast. The last night the two received two. Why didn't someone answer it?Oh, right...consciousness...I missed it. I opened my eyes. The dark haired girl was sitting next to me, still clothed in that dark dress and looking at me with concern. I seemed to be lying on my back on a bed. Based on the stone walls around me it appeared that I was still in that strange new area attached to my broom closet.The girl spoke: "You're...Tom, right? I'm sorry, you startled me. I fixed your skull and there shouldn't be any brain damage, okay?"Brain.