For some reason, Vicky's insistency made me think that being armed would be a smart thing."What is it?" I asked once more, while slipping on my web be...t."I spotted something that I wanted you to see," Vicky said without hesitation, stepping away from me and the trailer. Carefully she walked towards the edge of the shelf. In her hands were my binoculars.It was still light out. I glanced about before following her. The sun had just dropped beyond the horizon in the west. The sky in that direction. It would have been a tea break at the office, but now it's a cum break – like to know how that goes after next month!Yes, she tried other punctuation, the tilde, the question mark, and even some letters (the ‘y’ being the best apparently) but she always came back to me. I blame that fucking bread knife for cutting her fingers that time.The use of me in her written work has also fallen to new depths. Before I was used occasionally then added after the fact, now even that does not happen as the. Dave Stiles now and most folks thought differently of me because I was officially “settled down”. The girls at the monthly dance down at the cow palace didn’t mind if I was a bit of a bitch at the laundromat or in Jenkins place catching a slice of gossip. I wasn’t competition anymore and that was a strange feeling. I wanted to shout out, I’m not dead and I’m too young to retire just because of a hubby and two little ones.Fortunately, my new spouse and I saw eye to eye when it came to fooling. The only things I could control were my eyes and I slowly scanned the room while I lay completely helpless on the bed. The shape was standing next to the bed. It was so close that I could have reached out to touch it if I was able to move at all. Thin beams of moonlight streamed through the curtains and in the dim light I could see more details than I had the night before.The shape was roughly human but seemed to have no hair or clothing. The light shone off of smooth, black skin stretched over.