“Is that what you wanted?”, she whispered. “It’s a great first time, but we can do so much more now you’ve found out what a thrill it can be...�� I told her. “OK, we’ll see” was all I got in reply.We went home, and for the next few weeks the sex was great but the conversation was a little … strange. Kati seemed a little distant and my mind was on my work a little too much than was good for either of us. ---One evening Kati said “OK, enough of this. You work too hard and I want some fun - I’ve. I nearly dropped the fucking can as she walked to the bedroom but managed to hold on and with trembling hands got it open and took a long gulp.“Could you give me a hand please?” the voice came from the bedroom. Still in a state of shock I went in and she said “I think the zips broken or something, I can’t move it, can you try please?” I was out of my depth! I’ve undone my wife’s zips hundreds of times, but this was Emma fucking Watson. My hands were trembling as I went to help and it was like. " Just as I finished the phone rang."Hello?" Jen said into the handset. "Oh, Hi Mom, Yeah he's sitting herenext to me, in a skirt." I started blushing. "I walked in and he was inmy room wearing my black turtleneck sweater and the pink pleatedminiskirt that you bought me." She listened for a moment, thencontinued, "No my boots that lock, and we have to wait for Katie to gethome for the keys." Jen looked at me and winked. I was becomingworried. "Here, Mom wants to talk to you." Yes?" I spoke into. ..When the grillwork showed a huge eye that immediately recognized wendy as "LUNCH," she decided to see where the ductwork went. Going right she hit a dead end ... dead as in piled bones."Ah ... no." Her voice echoed ... she'd only whispered.She turned around and headed back to the crawlspace. The eye saw her and whatever the creature was renewed it's efforts to pry the grillwork loose. A massive spark on the face of the grill tossed the 'thing' back to the ground. Wendy could hear it.