She crawled toward him, her hands touching him gently, carefully. "Jake? Please, God. Jake?" She rolled him toward her and saw the blood on his jacket... his eyes closed framed by a pale face. Her hand went to his throat, feeling for a pulse."Oh, thank you, God," she whispered as she felt it there, beating strongly under her fingers. She pulled his coat free, then his shirt, searching for his wound. High in his shoulder, a nasty ragged hole bled thickly. She pulled off her jacket and reached for. Sue spread some of the contents from one of the bags onto the coffee table. They were a bunch of different brushes. From clothes brushes to hairbrushes. But it surprised me when my wife and Sue sat on the wooden chairs as opposed to sitting on our nice sofa.Then Sue said, “You told me that you like to spank Clyde with a hairbrush, do you want to try any of these.” Now I knew why she had invited this brush saleslady over to our house. She wanted to try out some new spanking tools on me. . I bathed you enough times when you were a k**!” mom said, whilst still groaning.A few seconds later, the door shuddered again and the handle rattled as mom relentlessly tried to get me to let her into the bathroom.It was then I had a thought, a thought so outrageous I couldn’t believe it myself. Here was mom in a right pickle, desperate for the toilet and here’s me with an opportunity to get or coerce mom, if you want to call it that, to be completely naked in front of me, not only that but I. Your kind are strange, in amusing ways."He smiled."Okay. Grim Reaper. Right here, right now."He had to blink twice as the blurred figure was gone. Sitting across from him, was a figure clad in dark ragged robes. From under its hood he could see the skull that peered out to the world beyond. And there, at its side, standing all the way up to the ceiling, was a scythe, clutched in its bony hand. He couldn't help but laugh."That's incredible! You ever show up for parties like that? You should, you.