Eroticy Story - The Message

The stars twinkled down from a crystal sky. The moon was a sliver, illuminating nothing . . . making the shadows seem deeper. Our cars sat silent in the driveway. The windows of the house were dark. A hush had fallen over the scene. It was not long before the silence was broken by the swish-swish of footsteps moving through the tall grass. Two shadows broke apart from the others and moved to the side door of the garage. The taller of the two fumbled in his pockets for something. There was the jingle of keys and the door obediently swung open. The shadows disappeared within. Vic flicked on the lights, blinding both for a second. When Fiona could see again she surveyed the scene, and said, "So, this is it?"

"Yep," Vic replied, "Be it ever so humble . . . and they don't come much more humble than this." The interior of the garage appeared to be a cross between a bedroom and a storage shed. Tools hung on the wall . . . and by the door was a rather uncomfortable looking, low bed . . . with a bicycle parked next to it. Fiona noticed one of the tires was flat and smiled. At the other end of the garage stood a computer desk complete with mandatory computer and plenty of other stuff stacked on the shelves. Beside the computer stand was a large stack of white boxes. She could see comic book covers through the oval slits on the side. The rest of the room was hard to describe. Various pieces of furniture were stacked along the wall, and every horizontal surface had something stacked on it. So much was stuffed into such a small space that there was barely room to swing a cat. Fortunately there were no cats available.