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hardwood floor. I'd have to go back and wipe it up. Where the hell was my nightgown? The birds in the pear tree were going berserk again. Every night at dusk, they went insane for some reason. Uncle Ed had told me maybe it was the cats in the neighborhood. Rumor had it, though, that some neighbors had spotted a fox but I doubted a fox could climb a tree. Could they? Who knew. I rummaged through my dirty clothes pile, I'd have to do laundry tomorrow. No nightie. Not in my drawers. Nowhere. I picked up my salvaged pile from aunt Carole's clothes and remembered her pale pink cotton baby doll. It would have to do. I couldn't very well walk around naked.
    You could wear a tee and boxers the way you do at home.
    I let it go. I'd wear her nightie. It was pretty and would look nice with my tan. I had a date with a good mystery and some TV on for background noise. Maybe some ice cream if I couldn't resist the urge. Actually, the urge was pretty bad. I pulled on the nightgown and my short robe. I'd go down and get a bowl and scoot back up and leave uncle alone for the night. Maybe he just needed a night off from seeing me. Maybe I was not a positive for him right now. But when I passed his door I rapped softly.
    “Come in.”
    “I'm going to get a bowl of ice cream,” I said, peeking my head in. I spotted my nightgown there on is bed. He was in nothing but boxers, his face set in that angry upset way. I pretended not to see the nightie, and I refused to speculate what he might need it for, but I knew. My mind leapt to seeing him, cock in hand, calling out my name. I rushed on,” Can I get you some? We have the kind with the brownie chunks in it.”
    His face colored and he put his hand back too fast, clutching at the white fabric I'd just been searching for. “No, Fi. Not tonight. Thanks for asking, though. Just not the mood for sweets tonight.”
    I shrugged. “Wish I had your self control,” I said.
    He blew out a sigh and shook his head as if that had been a jibe. I'd meant ice cream, not sex, so I let it go. I blew him a kiss, something I had done for over a decade and hurried down the hall feeling somewhat sad and also emotionally drawn. I wanted to go back in there and comfort him. Hold him, put his head in my lap and stroke his hair. But I also wanted to lay back and pull him on top of me. Put his cock in me, wrap my legs around his waist and have him rock against me until I couldn't stand it any more and I came. And then I wanted to push him to the point of no return. Biting at his skin, kissing his pink lips, touching his abs, his arms, his ass as he fucked me and tightening my pussy around him so that he lost control and lost the battle and came.
    I hurried down the steps before I did an about-face.
    Ice cream is no substitute for sex when you are turned on and the object of your desire is in the same house. I watched the neighborhood, kissed by purple light, and ate the fudge brownie decadence straight from the container. Mr. Williams across the street dragged his trash cans to the curb. Mrs. Blakely next door put her cat out on a tether. Funniest damn thing ever. A big black cat with a white face and paws that was roughly the size of a Thanksgiving turkey tied to a thin black string so he couldn't run off. Judging by the looks of Felix he a) could not run and b) would never leave his steady source of food.
    When I looked up, licking the last of the fudge from my spoon and fingertips, I caught the flash of reddish gray streak from across the street at the Browns to right in front of us. The fox.
    “Well, I'll be damned.” It was so pretty and didn't seem scared at all. It stood at the boundaries of the yard as Felix hissed and seemed to triple in size when his fur went up and his back hunched. It glanced up at me and then trotted back from where it had come. It clearly knew what it wanted and had no fear about getting it.
    “If we could all be that way,” I said to my spoon and dropped it in the dishwasher. I