There were two small, pale, blue-green hands sticking up out of her mattress. A voice in her head said, “We are the Night Things. We will come back ...omorrow night,” and the hands disappeared back into the mattress.The next night she left the light on and put on one of her thickest flannel pajamas. It didn’t make any difference. Just as she was starting to go to sleep, she felt something stroke her breasts and tweak her nipples. She was crying when she told me about it because she was so. He said that he has never even told his best friend out in the living with this other friend. I thanked him for keeping it our secret. Then he said something that surprised me. I know better the to wreck things for myself. You would never talk to me again and Karen would be off limits. Well to begin with, I never told this teenager he could have another shot at my wife. So it just took me off guard. Without thinking I said thats right. We returned to the living room where his friends were. I did not speak. She lowered her eyelids and I kissed on her left cheek. Then on her forehead and held her palms tight.Then I pulled her to my chest and time stopped.We embraced and I did not know when clock went from 8 to 9.I could hear her fathers asking question to our teacher. I woke her up and wished her good night.The night I felt warm and sleepless. I had mild fever after embracing her.The next day was different. I could not hear teacher speak. I just looked her . She was sitting beside. You’re enjoying it too much and I can tell by the cold hard look in your eyes that I’ll be in for it tonight. It should scare me but it only excites me even more. You decided to have me undress you slowly and even having me take off your socks and shoes. You enjoy the humiliation of the act and the pain you know I’m in by having to bend down. You also have me make dinner first with an occasional flick or slap on my titties you completely ignore me and treat me like a servant. Making me stand.