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Wendy felt her fingertips itch with an urge to
flick a spell on the impudent little brats on her front
porch. Turning them into a trio of garden gnomes
was very tempting. But, Wendy restrained herself
and calmly tossed some black licorice drops into
their bags.
 Black licorice? Yuck. We want some good stuff,
the oldest witch surprised Wendy with her rudeness.
 How about some of those Reese s Cups in that
other bowl? What s the matter? Are you hogging
those all for yourself?
Wendy stared into the impudent child s eyes.
 I ve given you candy; now it s time for you to go to
the next house. Apparently, the little witch sisters
were not used to being spoken to with such
authority because they each looked taken aback by
Wendy s tone.
The oldest sister paused for a moment, then
said to her siblings,  Let s get going. This house
sucks anyway. And with that, the three little witch
sisters turned and headed down the sidewalk.
Wendy nearly made it, but it was just too much
for her. Before she knew what she was doing, the
fingers of her right hand gave a quick flip and a
snap and the three witches went tumbling across
the lawn. Hats, wigs, and candy scattered in the
breeze. Wendy stifled a laugh as she watched the
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three of them chase after their belongings. The two
younger sisters were more concerned with their
wigs and hats, while the older sister was on her
hands and knees in the yard collecting the spilled
candy. Wendy noticed that she put all the good stuff
into her own bag and put the licorice drops into her
sisters bags.
In all of the commotion, Wendy had not seen
Charles car pull into the driveway, so she was
stunned when she saw him walk into the yard and
help the girls with their costumes and candy. Wendy
saw the patient way he helped them replace their
wigs and hats and even tied the youngest sister s
shoe. He did not look so kind and gentle, however,
when he turned toward the front door.
Wendy had a sick feeling in her stomach but
tried to mask it with cheerfulness.  Oh, Charles, I m
so glad that you re home, she kissed her husband
and pressed her skirted lowed body against his
loins.  Maybe we have time to try out that kitchen
table experiment that you mentioned this
morning.
 That certainly does sound appealing, Charles
eyes wandered lazily over his wife s golden clad
body.  You do look very beautiful tonight, my
sweet.
Wendy felt a small sense of relief. Clearly, she
had distracted Charles from the trick or treaters.
 But, it appears that there are some other
matters to be addressed first. Wendy s relief
disappeared.
 W-what do you mean? Wendy tried to keep
her voice light and innocent.
 Wendy, the sweet and innocent thing isn t
going to work with me. You should know better than
that. Charles gave his wife a stern look then turned
to answer the door. He dispatched a pirate, a hobo,
and a football player with generous helpings from
the Reese s Cup bowl then returned his attention to
his errant witch of a wife.
 Trick or treating will be over soon. I ll take over
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here. I want you to go upstairs and wait for me. You
know what to do.
Yes, Wendy did know what to do, and she wasn t
happy about it one bit. She plodded slowly up the
staircase, berating herself for her foolishness. It was
stupid of her to use magic on those little witches.
Wendy knew that now.
She went into the bedroom and stood in the
corner near the closet. While she stood there, she
chastised herself for ever telling Charles about the
conversation that she d overheard at a Tupperware
party. She d been eavesdropping on a variety of
conversations that night when she overheard two
sisters whispering about the spankings their
husbands had given them the night before. She
learned that many mortals viewed this practice as a
way of maintaining peace and harmony in their
homes. She explained what she d learned to Charles
when she got home that night. Three days later,
when she wrecked the car while putting on makeup,
they put what they d learned into practice.
Wendy had a feeling that tonight s transgression
was worse than a scrunched up bumper. Waves of
anxiety crashed in her stomach as she waited for
Charles footsteps in the hall.
Finally, the bedroom door opened. Wendy knew
better than to look. She continued to stare at the
wall in front of her and listened while Charles closed
the door behind him and walked across the room.
She heard the bed creak with his weight.  Come
here, please, Wendy.
Wendy slowly turned from the corner. Her long
skirt rustled in the silent room as she crossed to the
bed where her husband sat. Wendy kept her eyes
downcast. She really was ashamed of herself.
Charles held both of her hands in his and looked
up at his wife. Blonde ringlets fell forward across [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]