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Chapter One of TBA Book
It's raining outside -said Kathie as she wetted her pussy. Buster, was the pussies name and it was a tabby cat but that's neither here nor there. Over there was Mike, Kathie's husband. "Shut up woman," said Mike. Mike was a wife beater and lousy father but that's neither here nor there. What's there is the main subject of our story: A house, a house across the street from the Holmgren's, the family described previously but that's neither now nor later. What's later is the significance of this house. What's now is that across the street the street from the Holmgren's, in that house, a lone figures silhouette could be seen drifting behind the curtains. However, there was no one there to witness it stalk through the first floor and appear on the second. No one saw the indiscernible shadow come to an abrupt stop behind the balcony curtains on the second floor. It would have been of such importance, such significance if someone had seen that airy form take what it did from that great house. Then maybe, somehow, things would be different right. Maybe things could've changed and it wouldn't have to look like this. But the Holmgren's weren't watching and neither was anyone passing by. The changing of the tides happened right before everyone's eyes but, still, everyone was swept into the sea.
