All in the Family by Taft Sowder Page A

window, he saw a naked man, naked except for a spiked leather collar around his neck, run to the top of the stairs and peer over the railing at the corpses on the ground floor.
    “Ralphie! Ralphie!” the man screamed.
    “My God!” an equally naked woman said. She stood by his side now; she wore a black leather mask that zipped across the mouth.
    Bobby stood and ran; unable to truly comprehend the horrific scene that had just happened before his eyes. He ran, knowing that no matter what had happened, he could be in deep shit. He knew that they may have seen him, but he also knew that there were at least fifty other Dracula costumed kids out that night.
    He ran hard, not home, but just away. He slowed when he heard the sirens and saw the lights. They passed him and that was when he knew he was fine. He knew that he had made it. He approached another house, kids lined on the porch. They were home and passing out candy.
    “Trick or treat!”
    * * * *
    Ryan saw the lights and heard the sirens as well. He was on a final delivery of the night. The little flag that hung from the window of his car fluttered lightly as he slowed to see the house numbers.
    “Seven-sixteen Ramsey Street,” he repeated over and over to himself as he looked for the number. He smiled as he found it. His smile widened as he looked across the street. Through the open blinds of the window he saw a woman, but not just any woman, a gorgeous slut of a woman. Any woman who would walk around with the blinds open dressed like that had to be a slut. Her nightgown clung to her breasts, but they were barely covered anyway.
    As she killed the lamp by the window, she saw him standing and staring, warming bag in hand. She did a little wave of her fingers and smiled a broad yet seductive smile and then shut the blinds.
    Oh, yeah, she wants me, Ryan thought. He shut the door and continued his delivery.
    * * * *
    Loretta slinked around the house, her nightgown a little too naughty, as was most of her wardrobe. She lived to be on the edge to push men to their limits of fantasy. Herman rarely noticed her anymore, and that was fine by her, as long as she got her shits and giggles, she didn’t mind.
    She felt a wave of loneliness creep over her, and she shuddered. Herman had disappeared somewhere in the house, and she was alone. Though she felt this loneliness more than she would ever admit, she hated the feeling.
    She wandered through the house and lit candles. If she had to be alone, at least it didn’t have to stink.
    Then, the doorbell rang, odd for the time. She expected no company, and the kids would be home sooner or later. She opened the door and there stood the boy she had waved at only minutes before, the pizza delivery boy. His name tag read, Ryan .
    “Hello, Ryan,” said Loretta. Seduction was in her voice as though it came naturally. “Hello,” he replied, “I have your pizza here.” He smiled at her.
    “I didn’t order a pizza.”
    “Oh,” he said, “may I use your phone then, because I have an order for this house, and my bosses don’t like fake orders.”
    “Certainly,” Loretta said and sidestepped to let him in. Her breasts jiggled in her nightgown which did not go unnoticed by Ryan. His eyes glued to her bountiful bosom as he stepped in.
    “Thank you,” he said. She turned and closed the door.
    “Now lock it,” he said. She heard the tell-tale clank of metal as he cocked a nine millimeter. “Lock it,” he repeated. He dropped the empty bag on the carpet and pulled the brim of his hat a little. He always thought that wearing his hat low made him look more bad-ass. It didn’t really work so well, but no one ever told him.
    “What are you going to do with that Mister Mean-Man?” Loretta asked, pouting her red lips.
    He swallowed; his mouth dry and parched, nervousness setting in. He cleared his throat. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you! That’s what you want, ain’t it bitch? I saw the way you looked at me