I,d seen their husbands with them earlier and knew once they,d left their kill for us to process they were off to celebrate their success in the local...bar and was surprised the women hadn,t accompanied them. Eventually it Came time for my coffee break so I walked to the break room, doffed my messy gloves and began to eat a doughnut dunked in my coffee. Suddenly I was joined by the women, the blonde directly across from me and the redhead to my left on the long wooden benches we sat on. I asked. ‘Any of that sound familiar lover mine?’ Waylon heard Harley laugh. ‘All of it baby, are you ever going to forgive me for wanting you out of the line of fire, literally…’ ‘Not a chance in hell honey, and once I get that ring through your nose come New Years, you can be even surer of it.’ They kissed then and Waylon heard Noreen’s deep intake of breath. ‘Oh my, are they always like that Waylon?’ Reaching up, he pulled her down on his lap and she put her arms up around his neck. ‘That is mild for. She’d walk down to the last step, stop and place her hand on the rail and smile down at him. She was so petite she rarely was able to look down at him. ‘Hi love,’ she would say softly. No matter how long he’d been married to her, she still took his breath away. His wife was a perfect complement to his temperament, physicality and spirit. She truly completed him and made him a better person. He knew he would never find anyone else who could do the same. She’d walk towards him, stand on her tip. I told you I'm part genetic, part curse." Right." Okay, well, here's why you turn into me. Underneath this house, there is a great and powerful entity. It has no form. Once this power was a woman. This woman had special powers allowing her to make the nicest girl into a slutty tramp with nothing with sex on her mind. She also could not get enough sex. The locals here thought she was a threat and planned to rid themselves of her. They killed her and buried her deep underground.'"So you're her.