*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned.
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"Tick treat!" the girl squealed excitedly.
"Trick or treat," the boy next to her said.
Edward Deubler smiled at the two 'zombies' that stood on his sidewalk. Their little faces were dusted in a white powder, their little eyes smudged in dark circles. Behind them, a blonde teenaged girl stood, likewise dusted in white. Edward guessed that the girl was their older sister, or possibly their mother; it was hard to estimate her age behind the heavy makeup.
"Oh my! The walking dead has invaded my neighborhood!" Edward said and dropped a few pieces of candy into their plastic grocery bags.
"Thank you!" the two children said in unison.
"Oh, you're welcome," Edward smiled, then straightened up.
He then held out a few pieces of candy to the older girl. The girl smiled and accepted the candy.
"Thanks," she said.
"Uh huh. I mean, I know, soon as y'all get home, you're going raid their bags, but..." Edward smiled.
"Not going raid them," the girl said, her voice holding an amused note. "I'm charging them, one piece for every five they get."
"Highway robbery!" Edward declared.
And then the boy's grocery bag ripped.
"Oh no!" the boy cried out.
"Shit!" the girl said, bending to assist the boy.
"Y'all hang on," Edward ordered. "I'll get them another bag."
He put the bowl of candy onto the lawn chair on his porch and opened the front door of his home. Edward quickly walked to the laundry room. At the bottom of the pile of clean, folded clothing, he knew he had four pillow cases. Not one of the four pillow cases matched any of the other pillow cases. They did not match any of the sheets on any of the beds in the five bedrooms of his house. Edward strongly suspected that Roberta had left the pillow cases just to drive Edward crazy.
"Mister, you sure?" the girl asked, unsure when Edward reappeared with the pillow cases.
"They'll hold up a lot better than them bags," Edward smiled. "I mean, you want get them five pieces for every one they get, right?"
"It's one for every five," the girl laughed.
Standing close, helping the girl gather up the spilled candies, Edward could see that the girl was either pregnant, or had a beer gut going. Given her approximate age of mid to late teens, Edward would guess that she was pregnant, probably around four to five months along.
"Your kids?" Edward asked, standing again.
"Baby brother and sister," the girl said. "Mindy and Randy."
"And you?" Edward asked, looking into her ice blue eyes.
"Hmm? Oh! I'm Terri," the girl said.
"Well, Happy Halloween, Terri and Mindy and Randy," Edward smiled and walked back to his chair.
"Thanks again, Mister," Terri said, herding her two zombies down the sidewalk.
"Thank you," Mindy and Randy intoned.
Edward bit back the groan. Terri was wearing a white leotard top and a pair of white yoga pants. The scoop neck of her top had revealed two very nice sized breasts; it was apparent that Terri was not wearing a bra underneath the stretchy material. When she turned, the porch light shone through the thin material of her yoga pants; the leotard bottom was a thong style. Her buttocks were faintly visible through the thin material of her pants.
Edward wondered where Terri, and Mindy and Randy had come from. Roberts Drive in Oakleaf, Texas was an affluent neighborhood. Most of the trick or treaters that would approach his porch that night did not live in the neighborhood. Most were from the trailer parks of Sweet Oak, and Great Oak, Texas.
As he sat, handing out candy to hosts of monsters and ghosts and super heroes, Edward did keep an eye on the neighborhood. He did keep an eye on Mindy and Randy and Terri. The twilight was too dark for him to see her cute buttocks, or her hard little nipples but he did see Terri smile and wave to him as they continued their journey.
He lived at 1214 Roberts Drive. If they managed to get all the way to 2019 Roberts Drive, the three of them would have quite a haul. But it did look like Mindy was beginning to tire; Terri squatted down and pointed to the end of the block.
"Running out of gas?" Edward called out as Terri held up three fingers.
Terri turned and gave him a broad smile. She nodded her head in agreement and then four little super heroes were demanding 'trick or treat.' Edward did not see his zombies again.
Two evenings later, Edward pulled the chicken breasts from the broiler and nodded in satisfaction. The feta cheese and spinach was oozing from the four breasts onto the aluminum foil. The flesh was a delicious golden brown. Just as he placed the baking dish onto the trivet, his doorbell chimed.
Roberta had hated his doorbell. She said it sounded 'old,' like the sort of doorbell old people would have. Edward had challenged his wife to find a better sounding one, but she never had.
Edward did wonder who was ringing his doorbell; it was seven thirty at night. He rarely had visitors, especially on a week night. He rarely had visitors on weekends either, for that matter.
"Coming, coming," he called out.
"Hi," a pretty blonde girl chirped.
"Uh, hi," Edward said.
She held two scraps of cloth in front of her midsection; Edward wondered if they were something the pretty blonde was selling. He had a sign on his door that clearly stated 'No Soliciting' in English and in Spanish.
Then she held the two scraps out and Edward saw the paunch.
"Brought these back," Terri said, holding out the two pillowcases. "Thanks so much; wouldn't believe how much they held."
"More than a busted up grocery bag, I'll bet," Edward said. "But you didn't, I mean, I really didn't expect them back."
"Oh. Well, I uh, I mean, I would have brought them back last night, but needed to wash them," Terri said.
She then pointed to his front yard. Edward tried to see what she was pointing at.
"Drove by here about three times," Terri smiled. "Other night? Had them big old pumpkins out here."
"Uh, yeah, but Halloween's over," Edward said. "Took them down."
They looked at each other for a long moment, neither one quite sure what to say next. She turned to leave.
