20 feet below. Wendy was looking down at the puddle.The puddle was moving. Here and there were bone piles of creatures she'd only imagined in dreams ..... the nightmare in the closet kind of dreams. The puddle flowed up to a pile ... enveloped it and sloshed back to the center of the room.The bones were gone.The puddle had ripples... 'crunch crunch. bubble hiss. BELCH!'From a hole in the chamber ceiling, a 'rattle rattle crash thump!', a fresh pile of bones on the rock floor. These had scraps of. Smitha and I moved closer even in front of him. Kissing and fondling was often routine. With Aravind also both of us cuddled him even if he was grown up like a man.I would tell you one or two incidents to show how close and friendly,we were living in all respects.On a Sunday morning we were relaxing in our bed room after break fast. I was on the computer. Arun was reading Sunday Express on the bed leaning on the head board. Smitha was watching a lousy Sunday movie. She was sitting on my lazy. More

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