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sound special. “Maybe we are going to have to go shoppin ’ again soon.”
    An ardent smile curled her lips. She couldn’t help it. “We should.”
    “What ‘bout now? Where are you headed?” He asked and looked down at her intently. She was tall for a woman, but he was so much taller, like Herman, but well built and muscular.
    “Well,” she tried to look down and cover her smile with her free hand, “I’m on my way home. I’m not sure if my husband is home or not.”
    “Shall we find out?”
    She looked up, broad grin revealing her pearly whites. “Yes, please.”
    It was there, just as she had feared; the hearse. She just knew he would be at home. Something deep in her gut told her that he would be home, but where was Frank’s car? If Frank was not here, there was no need for Herman to still be at home. She had always admired Frank and his headstrong personality. They were nearly identical, so he still lacked in looks, but what he lacked in looks he made up for in quick wit and stamina. That man could argue with a god and win. His driving spirit had once made her wonder if she had chosen the wrong brother by mistake. Herman was a good man, just content to stay at his dead end career and never willing to sacrifice anything for his family.
    She looked at the man beside her; she then glanced at his name tag. She had never caught his name before this. Glenn Riverstone. She held up a finger and climbed out of the passenger’s side, careful not to bump his shotgun that stood in its holder. She left her bag on the floor.
    She walked as quickly as possible in heels up the stone walkway to the door. She opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.
    Herman looked up; he had been in a neurotic daze for far longer than he realized. The door had opened. Then he heard it, Loretta’s voice calling his name. God, he couldn’t let her see this. This would push both of them over the edge. He rose quickly and ascended the stairs, taking care to skip the ones that he knew would squeak.
    He heard her footsteps coming closer now. He put an ear to the door. Click, click, click, click. Her footsteps were hurried. Now she stood right outside the basement door, still calling his name. He reached up and with a quick and silent flick locked the door.
    Just in time, too. The knob turned just as he locked it. He heard her fiddle with the knob a moment and then give up. She walked away, even more quickly. Click, click, click, click. Her heels resounded against the wood floor. Then, the front door opened, and he heard her call out, but couldn’t make out what she said.
    “Come on, and don’t forget my bag!” She called out to Glenn. She could only assume that Herman and his brother had gone on some grand adventure. Obviously it would have been Frank’s idea to leave the house, as Herman never wanted to go anywhere except to work.
    Glenn met her at the door. “Are you sure he’s not home? What about the hearse in the driveway?” He eyeballed the black, beastly looking body mover.
    “I think he’s with his brother, and yes, he is the local mortician.”
    Glenn rolled his eyes and then focused on her. She grabbed his hand and led him quickly inside. She walked hastily, almost pulling him along, and took him to the bedroom and shut the door.
    Inside, she playfully snatched her bag from him. She remembered the banter that he had enjoyed so much their first time. From the bag she retrieved an oversized, clear plastic case. Inside lay a vividly detailed fourteen inch, black, fake cock with a suction cup at its base just above the wrinkled scrotum. She looked up and down its massive length and then smiled at Glenn. He looked at them both and returned her smile.
    He took the package from her and removed the dildo. He then looked at her and stuck the suction cup to the wall next to the bed. Surprisingly, it stayed. It looked as if some circus freak of a man was trapped behind the wall with only his oversized penis