David Cummings

It was a woman's.

Moderately young and high-pitched.

I wasn't surprised.

This had been the case with Janet, too.

The two giggled as they made their way inside the bedroom.

The fact that I was so close to them was tantalizing.

My seeds had been planted, and I was about to enjoy the harvest.

Are you ready?

They shuffled closer to the bed.

Yes, Howie.

I couldn't contain myself any longer.

The sound of the closet door swinging open sent an excited shiver down my spine.

I strolled out casually, as though I were simply in the neighborhood.

The woman, as I had suspected she would...

Let out an ear-piercing scream when she saw me, but I wasn't concerned about her.

I savored every ounce of the fear that spread across Howard's face as I stood there with my practiced smile.

Darling, I think that there's an uninvited guest in our bedroom.

Howard wavered at the edge of the bed with his hand reaching down his pants pocket.

His mouth made the shapes of words, but no noise escaped his lips until he managed to stutter.

You... you said...