Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Xnxx Frank passed away last year, and in his will, he bequeathed me all of his files on what he called “The Jack O’Lantern Kidnapper.” The only explanation was a note taped to the outside of the first box. I read through hours of microfiche of the local paper looking for obituaries or anything that would give information of what happened to the Aunt. There were mannequins dressed in costumes from the early 1800’s up to the current time. If you do, the price for me giving you that information will be my death.”
She turned and walked back to the main desk. “They were some form of succubi,” I said, “but they depended on the power held in that turnip.”
She looked confused. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. The top floor had perhaps originally been intended as a smaller ballroom.
