Page 40 of A Very No Strings Halloween
The message indicator slides toF.
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“‘Find’?” Donna says. “You want us to find something? What do you want us to find?”
Nothing.
No movement.
No sound.
And then all of a sudden—Donna’s entire body tenses up. She leans back in the chair, almost like she’s been shoved. Her head drops back. She trembles. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s already having an orgasm.
“Here we go…” I mutter.
Donna’s eyes are shut. Slowly, her chin tilts back down and her eyelids snap open. Her gaze is blurry. She isn’t lookingatme so much as in front of me.
“Donna? You okay?”
She gasps. “It’s you!”
“Hey. What’s up?”
She looks around, stares down at her hands, places her hands on her tits,widens her eyes like she’s never felt her own amazing tits before, and slides her hands down her waist to her hips and ass. “Oh, my heavens, my word, oh golly, oh gosh!” It’s Donna’s voice but also different. Younger. Naive. Still weirdly hot. “Oh, to feel my body again! After all this time! Or has it been no time at all?! Why, I can hardly remember time passing anymore and yet I still remember waiting an eternity for you to come back to me!”
“I know what you mean. That’s kind of how it feels when I see you too.”
Her eyes are so glassy. Like she’s stoned. I guess it’s from the trunk wine. “Oh, Lars. My love! Love of my life!”
Okay. Okay. This is weird, but I’m into it. “Hey, Lara. How ya been?”
Donna slaps my face. Not super hard, but it’s a surprise and again—kinda hot. “How have I been? How have I been?! How dare you ask me that when I’ve been here waiting for you forever and ever?! You just left me all alone here!” She looks confused. She touches her lips. “Oh, but am I wrong? Were you only gone for a night? A day? An hour?”
She stands up, knocking her chair back. It falls to the floor. “Oh, Lars! You’re here! That’s what matters, isn’t it? Oh, how foolish of me to be angry at you!” She reaches across the table and places her hands on either side of my face. Her hands are ice cold. “Oh, mydarling, my dear, please, please forgive me! Say you will, my darling, say you forgive me!”
“I forgive you.”
“Oh, Lars! How I’ve longed for your touch!”
“I, too, have longed for your touch.”
“I will cook for you, my dear husband, but first—but first!”
“Yeah?”
She pushes everything off the table. The Ouija board and planchette and candlestick go flying. She grabs my face and plants an urgent kiss on my lips. “Take me now, Lars! You must make love to me now, oh, please!”
She rips apart her blouse and lies back across the table.
“You got it.” I stand up over her and start to undress. “Is this what you wanted me to find, baby? Your pussy?”
“My what?!” And then she puts her hand out to push me away. “Wait.” She sits up. “Wait! We must find the letters.”
“The letters?”
