Deidre rolled over and snuggled up close to Scott. She loved the feel of her hand on his bare chest. She was close to forty and being married to this man made her feel twenty again. As she listened to the rain against the window, she started to drift off to sleep, safe and warm. Suddenly she heard what sounded like knocking at the front door. She listened for the sound again. She was now certain she heard it.
"Scott," she whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Scott, wake up."
He stirred from his sleep. "What?" he mumbled.
"Wake up," she said a little louder. "Listen. There's someone at the front door."
"At this hour?" He looked at the clock. It read 3:30. "You have to be kidding me." He sat up and rubbed his face.
"What are you going to do?" Deidre asked with a hint of anxiety in her voice.
"Go find out what's going on," he said. As he headed for the bedroom, he put on his robe. "Yes, I'll be careful."
"Who the hell would be at the door at this ungodly hour?" Scott said to himself as he went down the stairs. The thought suddenly came to him, "Just who would?" He picked up Mikey's bat that was leaning against the wall in the hallway. He flicked on the indoor light then the porch light. He peered through the peek hole. "Bess?"
Scott quickly opened the door and there stood Bess, soaked, her wet hair plastered to her head, still wearing the same tan raincoat Richard had given her.
"For God's sakes," Scott exclaimed. "Get in here before you get pneumonia."
She brushed past him quickly and stood in the foyer. She kept her head down and kept clasping and unclasping her hands in front of her while shifting her weight on her feet.
"Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Scott stepped towards her.
"No," Bess said, shaking her head. "Stay away."
It didn't take a lot of brains for Scott to figure out something was seriously wrong. "Dee, you better get down here. Quick!" he yelled up the stairs.
Deidre was already on her way down the stairs. She had heard Scott's and Bess' voice and figured she better get there. Halfway down the stairs she saw Bess. "Bess honey, what's wrong?"
Bess looked at her aunt. "Oh, Auntie!" she said and she rushed towards her. Bess threw her arms around Deidre and buried her face in her aunt's shoulder, sobbing heavily.
Deidre patted her on the back of head. "It will be OK. You're among family." She looked over at Scott. "I'll take her upstairs. You fix her some hot tea." With that, she put her arm around Bess's shoulder and led her upstairs.
Deidre took Bess to the master bathroom and shut the door. She could see that Bess had been crying long before she arrived here. Her mascara had run down her face and her lipstick was smeared also. She also noticed some type of red mark around her throat. "Just relax, dear," She said, "I get a warm washcloth and clean your face."
While Deidre had her back to her, Bess undid her raincoat and let it fall to the floor.
When Deidre turned, she saw Bess standing there, dressed only in a garter belt and blue stockings. "Good Lord," she gasped. Bess's nipples were purplish and swollen; there were red chaffing around her ankles, wrists, and waist; even her vagina lips were raw looking and distended. There was a white crusty yet gooey substance on her body. Deidre recoiled for a moment when she realized what it was.
"Oh, my dear child," Deidre said hugging Bess tight. "Auntie Dee is here for you." Bess began to cry again. "Look, get out this clothing. What you need is a nice hot bath. I'm here for you."
