They lived in a rather small community. Everybody seemed to know everyone. Everyone always got along as well. The only problem every now and then was ...he occasional neighbor drinking too much on the holidays.Their house wasn't a mansion. It was just a simple one-story house. The porch wrapped all the way around the entire house. Lines of windows reflected the receding sun. The third window would be where she was getting ready. The lingering aroma of her perfume would flood the room. Steam would. “Oh god” was all she brought out and even that was cut short by the first forceful thrust following a split second too soon for her to handle. A moment before she had felt the urge to resist him, even if just a little bit and to retain a bit of distance, but now she realized she wanted to give in. The next thrust forced a whimper out of her and Nathan stopped for a second, trying to see if he was hurting her. Lauren just shook her head, her grip around his back growing weaker by the. The lease and its extra payment requirement were forgotten. As it turned out, we were wrong, terribly wrong. Time slipped by quickly, and Jess had taken to flirting with our gruff landlord whenever he was around. Nothing too inviting, mind you. She'd wear a short skirt or a pair of short shorts and a tight top with no bra, then bat her eyes at Jethro like he was George Clooney. He took in the show with his eyes, but there was a hunger and meanness in them that I plain didn't like, and said so. He held his hands behind his back."Good boy. Now remember in whose power are you, Son?" A witch's, Mum." Good. Now kneel down for Mummy."Slowly my Son dropped onto his knees and looked up at me expectantly. He knew this was all part of a game, but he seemed to be enjoying it. I looked down at him affectionately."Now, Michael we are going to have a lot of fun tonight and you mustn't be afraid. I will protect you on Halloween, Son."He nodded once more and I stood up, circling him. He stared at my.