"Mrs. Johnson raised a skeptical eyebrow."Well first, let's evaluate how you're doing with your current challenges, mmkay?" Of course, Mrs. Johnson," ...aid Namjin, wishing.Mrs. Johnson frowned. She patted at her blazer pockets. She checked her desk drawers. She sighed and turned to Namjin."You wouldn't happen to have a dildo, would you?" she asked hopefully."A dildo?" he asked."Yes. I seem to have left all of mine at home," she said."All of them?" he asked, wishing an answer and a justification. As the day went by i was looking at the clock evry 5 minutes to see if it was 6.15 I Can't describe the excitement i was feeling i thought i was going to explode, so i calmed myself down eventually and finished off my work and calmly waited for 6.15 then got up from my desk and went to my car and drove to my wifes workplace .As i reached the entrance to my wifes workplace i so it was shut so i pressed the intercom waited for a couple of seconds then my wife answered to say that i should go. No answer came. Light? Brian wondered what his son was talking about. He shrugged it off as the utterance of a three year old. Matt’s door was closed and it seemed like an impossible obstacle for Brian to overcome. His hand shook as he reached out to turn the knob. He opened the door to see Karen and Matt lying in the bed huddled together. This would have been a camera moment if they weren’t both dead and supposed to be buried in the backyard. The next thing he noticed was Karen’s ripped. He turned the corner, slowly and quietly peeking around to check too see that Jenna was still preoccupied with what she’d been doing. Upon seeing her selecting glasses for the bottle of wine he had picked up earlier that day, he hurriedly rushed to the bedroom. When he reached the bedroom, he opened his bag, pulled out a velvet sack and opened it. Inside were rose petals which he scattered across the bed, along a path on the floor, to the doorway. There were candles everywhere which he lit one.