Don't go to Mrs Wells' house! (FM, Alien)
by KeithMcD

Note: These are just stories that have very taboo themes in them
and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no
one takes my tales as anything but sexual fantasies. I don't
practice, participate in or encourage sex with children, rape, do
drugs or murder people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the
things my characters do either, they are not based on anyone or
any situation.






"Don't go to Mrs Wells' house!" cried the little boy standing
next to the fence across the street, "She's a witch and she'll
suck out your brains!"
Karl Summers laughed and rubbed the little boy's head, crossing
the street and going up the long path to the front door of the
brightly painted house.
The recently separated man needed a place to live while he was
settling his divorce and giving his life away to his soon-to-be
ex-wife. He should have listened to his mother before she died
and never married that evil bitch. Now she seemed intent on
destroying him, a bit at a time.
He was admiring the front garden, seeing that it must take a lot
of work.
Even before he knocked on the door, it opened and a tall, huge
woman with very large breasts and thick, but shapely legs, stood
smiling at him. Even though she was quite heavy, she was rather
pretty and had a very sexy allure to her face. She was strangely
attractive even though she must have been about fifty of so and
appeared to be quite chunky.
She leaned against the door frame and looked alluring at him, as
if very pleased with what she was seeing.
"Have you come about the room?" she asked, with a sexy smirk.
"Yes!" he told her, "Is it still available?"
"Yes!" she replied, "Please come and have a look!"
He was let inside and she closed the door behind him with a
finality that startled him.
She walked past on very light feet, gliding along and going up
the wide staircase as if on air. Karl wondered at her deftness
and quick feet, she seemed to not have a problem with carrying
her weight around at all.
"I do have some house rules," she said as they went up the
stairs, her meaty bottom rolling as she walked, "No entertaining
in the rooms, no drunken behaviour and you need to be in before
9pm because I lock the doors then and I don't open them for
anyone."
She led him to the room at the end of the hall, past two other
rooms. She opened the door and took him inside, showing him the
large space inside around a double bed and well furnished area.
It was big enough for a small family in there and even had an
en-suite bathroom attached.
"Well?" she asked him, "What do you think?"
"Nice, very nice. I'll take it!" he smiled.

When Karl came back with his things, the little dark-haired boy
was still standing there, watching the house. He smiled at the
kid, and walked over to the gate with his large suitcase, rolling
it on its wheels. He also carried a large duffel-bag and a
smaller bag that he had resting on top of the larger case he was
pulling.
By the time he reached the house the door had opened and Mrs
Wells was standing there, smiling at him.
He went inside and the door closed behind him, she came over and
offered to help with his case.
"Oh, that's OK. I'll not want to have you get a strain lifting
this. It's heavy!" he laughed, pushing the handle down as he
placed the other bags on the floor.
Mrs Wells laughed too, pushing him aside and lifting the large,
heavy case up easily, grinning back at him as she took it up the
stairs as if it weighed nothing more that a stuffed toy.
Karl stared in amazement at the woman, noticing again the rolling
of her large buttocks as she ascended the stairs. Her short dress
allowed him to see her thick legs and he noticed for the first
time that they were actually quite shapely and muscular. Her
bottom was large and her chunky round buttocks the size of large
watermelons that squeezed wonderfully against each other as she
walked.
He then grabbed up his other case and duffel-bag, following her
up to his room. She gently put the huge case down and turned to
smile at him.
"There, all done. I'll leave you to unpack and then you can come
down for a cup of tea and tell me about yourself, OK?" she smiled
and floated out of the room before he had time to thank her.

She was in the large, well furnished sitting room in front of a
huge flat-screen TV and a tray of tea and fruit-cake on the
polished antique wooden table. She smiled as he came in, her sexy
face bright and happy. She poured him some tea from the large pot
and patted the sofa next to her, indicating that he should sit
there.
Karl went over and sat next to the large woman, her big thigh
pressing against his as she turned to hand him the cup of tea in
a saucer and the small plate with a thick slice of cake, giving
him an eyeful of her huge and surprisingly firm breasts through
the low neck of her dress.
"I hope touch don't mind me asking, but I notice that you are
very strong. Do you work out in a gym?" he asked her.
She grinned, giggling like a little girl.
"Oh no!" she smiled, "I do a lot of work in my garden, it keeps
me fit and strong!"
She took a sip of her tea, watching him as he copied her action
with some satisfaction. He drank some more of the pleasant
beverage and rested the cup in it's saucer on the small table,
taking up the cake and biting into it.
"Mmm! Delicious!" he looked at her in surprise, "Did you make
this?"
"Oh yes, I love making things. I love cooking." she told him,
"I'm hoping that you'll come down and eat with me. It's all
included in the rent and I would love the company. It really gets
lonely in this house and I am always dying for someone to talk
to."
He shrugged, taking another sip of tea.
"I'd be delighted!" he said, "I haven't had much home cooking
since I left home three years ago and now that my mother has
'passed on' I don't get that chance any more."
She clapped her hands excitedly and offered him more tea,
refilling his cup and offering him another piece of cake.

If Karl thought that her cake was nice then he had a big treat
when he sat down to eat dinner. There was roast chicken and
potatoes, vegetables and gravy. He placed his fork in his mouth
and felt the chicken melt on his tongue, falling part in its
juices.
"Oh, wow!" he said with his mouth still full, "That is
incredible!"
She blushed with pride, sitting across from him at the small
table and watching him eat, her big thighs touching his as she
sat beside him.
He didn't talk much as she fed him more of the chicken and
potatoes, eating very little herself, making sure he was well fed
and full.
She gave him some wine and then led him back to the living room,
sitting with him and talking.
"So what do you do for a living?" she asked him.
He felt drowsy from all the food and the wine.
"I'm a manager for a small IT company, we do support for small
firms who can't afford the cost of the bigger companies or
running their own IT staff." he told her, slurring his words.
"Oh, that sound nice!" she smiled, seemingly much closer to him
than she had been earlier.
"So you own the company or just run it?" she asked, her face
really close.
He could smell her perfume, strong in his nose, clouding his
mind.
"I am one third owner, my partners are the marketing manager and
the accounts manager, Heather Lee and Phil McKeith. We've got
four engineers and most of the work is done via VPN." he said,
his words getting slower.
"I think you've had enough wine, don't you?" she said, awful
close to his ear now, "Time for bed!"
"Yes 'Mummy'!" he smiled as she helped him to his feet and led
him up the stairs to his room.
He didn't actually remember walking, more like floating, or being
carried. He lay on his bed and slowly drifted off, feeling his
clothes being tugged at.

The large woman stood looking down at the naked man on the large
bed. She smiled and caressed his smooth, fresh young body,
fondling his balls and his stiff cock.
It had been a long time since she had some cock, she stroked it
and squeezed it in her strong fist.
She stood up and smiled, reaching down and pulling her dress over
her head to reveal that she was naked under the garment. Her body
was amazingly firm and solid for a woman so large, her huge
breasts stuck out from her chest, firm and hard. Her tummy was
slightly rounded, curving down to her crotch and her thick,
well-muscled thighs. Her vagina was bald and had plump, meaty
lips that lay open, leaking their juices down her firm, smooth
thighs.
She took her fingers and stroked her wet flesh, coating them with
her slime and lifting her juicy fingers to the young man's nose.
"Smell!" she whispered, watching him stir and hearing his moans.
Then she pushed the gooey fingers into his mouth, feeling him
suck involuntarily on them, sighing with pleasure as he tasted
her again. She had laced the cake with her goo, rubbing it into
the slices she had laid out for him while he unpacked. Then she
had rubbed her juices around the rim of his tea-cup, almost
cumming each time he sipped on his tea or ate his cake.
She grinned, pulling her fingers from his mouth and again stirrng
them in her juices before feeding it to him.
She then rubbed it on his lips, before climbing up onto the bed
and feeding his rigid cock up into her pussy, her warm, wet flesh
grasping him and sucking him into her body as she settled down on
his hips.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped, "It's been too long..."
Then she began to ride him, slowly, sliding him in and out of her
tightly gripping vulva.
She placed her hands on his chest, leaning against him and
working her huge bottom, rolling and bucking.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped again, "So good..."
He moaned in his sleep, the feeling of her tightly squeezing
pussy getting into his dreams. She smiled, gasping and riding,
wondering if anything else would invade his dreams as well.
She leaned down, opening her mouth as she grasped his head in her
strong hands. She tilted his head back, causing his mouth to
open, then her tongue naked out of her mouth, impossibly long as
it suddenly poured down into his open mouth, tunnelling wildly
into his throat. It was long and thick, like a octopus' tentacle,
gooey with slime as it invaded his throat, tunnelling deep into
his belly as she fucked him on his bed.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as he started to struggle, the woman feeding
from him as she continued to ride him.
She slowly lowered her face to his, going deeper into him until
she pressed her lips to his, kissing him and fucking him as she
enjoyed him, sucking the mess from his stomach and feeding
herself.

She stood looking down at the sleeping man, finally fed and
happy. He had cum many times in her before she was done, now she
had one more thing to do and then she would let him sleep.
She mounted his head, her huge meaty buttocks enveloping his face
as she sat back on him. Then she opened herself up, her pussy
getting very wet and slimy as she rubbed it against his face,
working her hips slowly as she slowly opened up further. Her
juices coated his face completely, then she pressed down harder,
gasping as her pussy began to open wider, slowly sucking the
young man's face into her.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed, working harder, pressing down more and
sucking his entire head into her belly.

From the bedroom window across the street, the little boy hid
under his covers. He was too scared to watch.

Karl felt weird when he woke up. He was really hungry and his
mouth felt like it had been coated with glue. On top of that his
hair was wet and he stank.
He crawled out of bed, going over to the bathroom and taking a
long shower.
His eyes hurt and his throat ached. It must have been the wine,
he wasn't much of a drinker really, he didn't normally drink wine
either.
After he had washed up and changed his clothes, he wandered
downstairs and found Mrs Wells making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Good morning Mrs Wells!" he said as she turned to smile at him.
"Well, good morning Karl!" she replied, "Did you sleep well?"
"I must have, I think that I was a bit sick during the night.
That wine really knocked me out, I don't normally drink much." he
said as he sat down in the chair she offered him.
"Well I like a nice glass of wine after dinner, so you'll have to
learn to get used to it!" she told him in no uncertain terms.
He shrugged and started sipping the tea she had placed in front
of him. The tea dribbled into his stomach, warming him. He sighed
and saw her smile.
Then she handed him some scrambled eggs and toast, which he
devoured hungrily. He was so hungry that his stomach kept making
those growling sounds until he had eaten.
"My, you were very hungry!" she laughed, "Looks like I'll have to
make sure you're well-fed!"

Karl found that he was hungry most of the day, eating constantly.
At work he went through his divorce papers and signed them, the
house was now his ex-wife's as well as his car and his dog. He
thanked the stars that he had never had children with that cold
bitch, she would have poisoned them against him too. He was just
sorry that he couldn't tell his mother that he was sorry for not
listening to her and make it up to her.
He was quite lucky though, the alimony she had been awarded was
just twenty thousand a year, which he paid her in advance, and
that was because she already had a high powered, high-paying job.
She didn't really need his money, she was just being spiteful.
But as soon as she remarried he would be free and he hoped that
her new man got much more impatient with her and demanded they
get married sooner than later.

When he returned home the little boy was watching him very
closely. He flinched when he rubbed his head, probably still
thinking that Mrs Wells was some kind of evil witch and had
already put a spell on him.
He laughed and walked up the path, seeing the flowers had been
looked after and weed pulled during the day while he was at work.
The door opened and Mrs Wells was wearing a white summer dress
with tiny flowers. She looked quite good into the garment, not at
all as fat as he had originally thought. Her huge breasts were
loose and bobbed stiffly on her chest under the dress, showing
smooth and firm from the low cut neck of the dress. He had a hard
time pulling his eyes away from her breasts, finding her smiling
at him, her eyes sparkling.
He blushed as he realised that he had been caught staring.
"Sorry!" he grinned sheepishly.
"Oh that's quite alright!" she giggled happily, "I don't get near
enough compliments any more and that was quite exciting!"
She followed him up to his room and stood at the door watching
him as he dropped his things on the bed and the small soft chair.
"A hard day?" she asked as he dragged off his tie.
"You could say that!" he shrugged, "I got my divorce papers
today, signed them and sent the back to my lawyer. I will
actually be free of that... my wife."
"Oh dear!" she said seriously, "You are getting a divorce?"
"Yes, she has sighted 'irreconcilable differences' long before I
found out that she was sleeping with her boss." he told her as he
threw his jacket onto the chair and sat down on the bed.
She wandered into the room and sat down next to him, resting a
hand on his thigh.
"That's why you're here, isn't it?" she asked, "She took your
house away?"
"And my car, and my dog, and all my other worldly possessions!"
he sighed.
Mrs Wells placed an arm around his shoulders, hugging him against
her huge breast.
"It'll all end up well, you'll see!" she smiled at him.
She got up and went back to the door, Karl could see the massive
chunks of meaty flesh rolling under the back of her dress. It
looked strangely sexy watching her big arse as she walked towards
the door.
"I'll make us some dinner and I want you to eat well. I'm going
to make you so full of food that I'll have to use a fork-lift to
get you into your bed” she grinned.

Karl was so stuffed that he waddled out of the room to her
slightly teasing laughter, going into the sitting room and
dropping into the chair. Mrs Wells came in behind him with the
bottle of wine they had been drinking at the table, pouring him
another glass and then sitting down next to him with her own,
sipping at her glass and watching him with excited eyes.
Karl didn't know why she was looking at him like that, but he
didn't really mind. She was being very nice to him and that
dinner he just had was superb, the woman could really cook.
He drank his wine and was out of it, not really remembering what
happened next. Vague images of kissing the woman floated in his
head, but he couldn't believe he would do that and spoil the
budding relationship growing slowly between them.

Mrs Wells rode the young man, enjoying his stiffly throbbing
cock. She loved having sex with this one, he seemed to suit her
in many ways, his smell was right, his penis was the right size.
It was as if he had been made for her.
She opened her mouth, tilting his head back, plunging her long,
long 'tongue' into his mouth. It writhed and squirmed as it
fought it's way into his throat and then deep in his stomach.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as she began to feed on him, sucking the
half digested food from his stomach.
This was the only way she could properly eat human food. She got
very little nutrients from it eating the normal way. She had been
feeding on humans in this way for such a long time that she
didn't really know any other way, and she had even tried human
females, but even though she fed well on them, she couldn't
really enjoy sexual intercourse with them as they were unable to
penetrate her sexually.
She finished feeding now, sucking her 'tongue' out of his mouth
with a wet, juicy "Slurrp!!" and continued to fuck the young man
until he had cum inside her for the forth time. Then she slid up
off him, letting his sperm slowly absorb into her body. She liked
his sperm, it felt much better than the others she had fucked.
She turned around, pressing her big arse back until it smothered
Karl's face, then she slowly worked her hips, rubbing her pussy
on him. She moaned as she started to juice, then she pressed down
hard, sucking his head up into her pulsing vagina in one slow
push.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as his head slipped into her pussy.
She worked her hips now, his head deep inside her vaginal
chamber, her lips stretched around his neck as she began to
squeeze his head deep into her belly, her fluids drowning the
young man again and seeping into his body.

Karl wondered about the mess on the bed. He must have vomited
again, it smelt awful. His eyes hurt and his mouth ached, he felt
like he had drowned and been resuscitated. He really shouldn't be
doing the wine, but he knew that the older woman would probably
be upset though.
When he had cleaned himself and gone down to the kitchen, he saw
the cheery face of the pretty woman and realised that she was not
only quite pretty and very sexy too, but that he was beginning to
feel desire for her. He felt his cock getting hard as she walked
up to him, holding her hand up to his face. Her fingers were
glistening with some gooey, wet substance that smelt wonderful.
"Would you like to tastes this before I put it on the cake?" she
smiled, looking quite horny.
"Yeah, sure!" he said, "What is it?"
She pressed the wet fingers into his mouth, coating his tongue in
the delicious goo.
"It's my special ingredient. It makes my food taste really good!"
she said, as she held his head with her other hand and rubbed her
two juicy fingers on his tongue.
"Mmm!" he moaned, "Mmmmmm!"
He was amazed at the flavour, it tasted like nothing he had ever
eaten before. He sucked down on her fingers, hearing her sigh
with pleasure and realising that he was actually sucking the
woman's fingers. He pulled back, sheepishly, feeling a bit
embarrassed.
"How was that?" she asked, the excited gleam in her eyes was
still making him hard.
"It was amazing! Delicious! What was that exactly?" he asked,
still tasting the stuff in his mouth.
"I can't tell you that now!" she smiled, "It's a secret. Maybe if
you stay longer and we get to know each other better I might tell
you!"
She sauntered away from him as he dropped into his seat at the
breakfast table, watching her big arse rolling as she walked.
She was really quite a sexy woman. He began to wonder what it
would be like to fuck an older woman. She was old enough to be
his mother after all.
Mrs Wells kept looking back at him over her shoulder, smiling at
him sexily. He still felt his cock raging in his trousers,
needing relief. He would have to go back up to his room and 'jerk
off'.
Mrs Wells served him his breakfast and then came back, her finger
coated with that delicious, juicy goo again, standing over him
and slipping her fingers into his mouth without asking. He moaned
as he sucked on her two digits, tasting that amazing flavour and
wanting more of it.
"I'll give you a taste every time I can, Honey. I think you need
it!" she cooed into his ear as she worked her fingers gently in
his mouth.

The day at work was a bit dull. He was sure that Heather and Phil
were off somewhere fucking again, those two were like rabbits.
They couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other.
He supposed he was a little jealous really, he had been getting
no sex for months, although recently he didn't really feel the
need for sex. All those 'wet dreams' he was having over the past
few nights were very satisfying, even though he was slowly
feeling a desire for his landlady.
The phone rang.
"Hello!"
"Karl?"
"What do you want, Abigail?" he sighed, too tired to fight with
her any more.
"I'm going to have the dog put down!" she told him.
"WHAT!!!" he screamed over the phone.
"He's bitten my lover and I reported it to the police. They say I
must put him down or he'll probably bite someone else, a child
maybe." she said, taking great pleasure in tormenting him.
He felt scared, worried, anger. What had old Timmy done to
deserve her wrath? He was sure that she had made the whole thing
up just to spite him.
"Please..." he begged, "Don't do that. I'll get him into a dog
home, anything..."
"I'm sorry, Karl," she said, "You don't own him any more. It's my
dog now and I will do what I see fit!"
Karl couldn't believe she would be this vindictive. What did she
feel the need to torture him so? What had he done to her to make
her hate him so much?
"I will do whatever you want? Anything at all. Please, don't kill
Timmy!" he begged, almost sobbing on the phone.
"Oops! Too late Karl, he was just put to sleep now. Oh well, I
guess you should have thought about that when you PISSED ME
OFF!!" she shouted and hung up the phone.
It was only then that he realised the sounds he was hearing in
the background was actually the dogs in the kennels waiting to
die.
Karl sobbed his eyes out, crying for his dog that never did that
woman any harm, feeling so low that he couldn't work any more,
going off home very early.

As soon as he got to the door and Mrs Wells saw his face, she
knew that something bad had happened. She pulled him into her
arms, cradling his face in her neck and patting him gently on the
back.
"There there, Honey!" she cooed as he began to sob, "There
there!"
She took him to the living room and sat him down, pouring him a
glass of wine and letting him have a good drink before asking him
what had happened.
He sputtered and choked as he repeated what had occurred that
day, telling her everything that was said.
She had a horrified look on her face, it turned to anger as she
heard what happened next.
"She already had your dog prepared for the injection when she
called you?" she asked, "What an evil woman!"
She cuddled Karl against her enormous breasts, stroking his head
as he cried, coming softly to him until he settled down.
She fed him and took the drunken young man up to his room. Karl
could barely remember a kiss and then tugging at his clothes,
before everything went black.

He slept now, peacefully. She lay on him, his cock inside her
still throbbing. She had made her decision now, this one was the
one she would keep.
She tilted his head back, exposing his mouth and plunged her
long, long tongue into him, the wet slimy tube writhing as it
worked deeper and deeper into the young man's stomach.
Now it was time for him to feed as her 'tongue' throbbed and
bulged with lumps of fluids being pumped into him.
She had decided to let the others go now, their usefulness as
'food' at an end now.
She continued to feed her sludge into the moaning young man under
her, swelling his belly. Soon he would need nothing but her to
emotionally sustain him and she would feed off of him for her own
nutritional sustenance as well.
But she would need a new source of food though, a nice young man
she could fill with food before sucking it back out of him after
he had digested most of it.

The little boy hid as the woman turned and looked out of the
second bedroom window, the room she kept locked.
He watched as she cleaned the sleeping men up and dressed them,
taking them all downstairs.
He watched as she drove away with them in the car, wondering if
she was going to throw them into the sea or something.
He could still see that nice man in the other room though, laying
in his bed, his stomach still swollen after she had filled him up
with her 'stuff'. He wondered what she would do to the poor man,
hoping that she didn't hurt him. He liked that man, he was the
only one who smiled at him.

Karl was watching the news. He was still feeling quite bloated
and sick, not having one into work for a couple of days. Mrs
Wells had insisted that he stay and drink the strange tasting
soup she had prepared for him.
He was fascinated by the report of those missing men being found
after several years in one man's case, none of then looking any
different than they had from the time they had vanished. None of
then remembered a thing either. Their families were just glad to
have them back.
Karl felt a warm glow inside himself, it was as if he were
personally responsible for the men being found. He laughed and
changed the channel to watch some early morning cartoons,
laughing at the antics of the silly characters as the cavorted
about.
Mrs Wells came into the room with another bowl of her 'special'
soup, resting it on the table in front of him.
"Here you are, Honey. Eat up!" she grinned, looking so very sexy
in that blue dress.
"Yes 'Mummy'!" he laughed, feeling better at last.
"Be careful, I might actually make you call me that!" she teased.
"Well if you must mother me..." he joked.

She stood at his bedroom door, after taking him upstairs. He was
still weak and she was really looking tasty in that dress.
She helped him into his room and he looked up at her with his
best sexy smile.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked her, "Would that be too forward?"
His cock was very hard.
"No, it wouldn't be forward at all!" she said, "I've been dying
to kiss you all week!"
She took his head in her hands and pressed those big, soft lips
against his, licking deep into his mouth in a long wet kiss that
rocked him to the core, her hips were rubbing his erection trough
his trousers.
When she pulled away and stood up she smiled down at him.
"I want to have sex with you!" she said and he felt excitement as
he nodded his agreement, watching her pull her dress over her
head to reveal her amazing body and those huge, firm breasts.
"Wow!" he said and she giggled.
She helped him out of his clothes and smothered him with her
body, rubbing herself against him and kissing him as she fit him
into her pussy and slid him up into her very tight gripping hole.
"Oh shit!" he gasped, unable to believe that the woman could be
so tight.
She cooed and moaned, riding him gently and leaning over him to
kiss, her huge breast crushed against his chest.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, squeezing his cock in her tight belly, "So
goooood!"
Her tongue was again inside his mouth, so wet and slippery. He
swore that he felt it in his throat, tickling his tonsils as he
felt her gooey spit sliding down his throat.
He clutched her, feeling powerful muscles under her skin and
realising that this woman was not fat at all.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her thick tongue deep in his throat, her
pussy so very tight.
He whimpered, feeling his balls pulled and then squeeze, his
sperm shooting out into her and her pussy milking his cock,
sucking as he ejaculated into her.
She cooed as she sucked her tongue from his throat, kissing him
with little packs of her full lips.
"That was very nice!" she sighed, "I missed having a man
squirting his sperm in my belly. Now I want yours every night!"

He slept now, exhausted after she made him cum four times in her.
She lay on top of him, licking his mouth slowly, coating his lips
with her goo as she leaked it into him. Then she plunged her
long, long 'tongue' into him for a bit, stirring his fluids,
pulling it out and sucking it back into her mouth.
"Ahhh!" she sighed.
She slid up onto his face, her thighs and huge buttocks
enveloping his head as she sat on his face. She rested her hands
on his thighs, rubbing her crotch hard and sliming as she sucked
his face up inside of her pussy, then she moaned and swallowed
his entire head.
Her belly worked as long, hair-thin filaments threaded into his
face, his eyes his nose, seeking his brain. They buried
themselves into it, attaching to the various junctions, tapping
into his thoughts, his memories, even his dreams.
"Ahhh!" she gasped as she drained away any memories he didn't
need, feeding her self on his emotional energy.
She would keep him, making him forget the pain of his last
marriage, she was going to be hers now. This one would last for
many years, maybe even longer than her last 'husband'. When he
was too old she would put him in suspension fluid and use him
every day.

The man stood looking at the piece of paper and again at the
house. He saw a little boy standing at a house opposite and
smiled at him.
"Is that Mrs Wells place?" he asked the child.
"Yeah, but don't go to Mrs Wells House!" the little boy said...

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Don't go to Mrs Wells house