Chapter 3: A Bloody Feast

Instead of bland turkey, we would have red meat, creatively prepared to look horrible and bloody (but still tasting delicious). She would create little dishes of cheesy cauliflower, labeled as “monkey brains.” Bottles of “blood wine” were poured into medieval goblets, molded with devils in on their sides. Realistic (rubber) rats patrolled our dining table. Ravens and spiders hung over our heads. In the extra chair, a skeleton dined with us, a blood-stained napkin stuffed into his sternum for cleanliness.

As a final touch the pumpkin pies had jack-o-lantern faces drawn on them. They were sliced and served with gobbets of blood red dyed whipped cream.

For costumes this year, Carrie was decked out in a green elf costume, she looked like Peter Pan. I couldn’t help but notice her ass was dangerously close to bursting the seam of her pants. Dierdre bowed to the inevitable stereotypes and wore an awful “naughty nurse” outfit from an adults-only store. Made from thin white plastic, the tunic was so insubstantial that her pussy lips and nipples were noticably out-denting the material. Deanna wore a slinky black full length dress and excessive black makeup, for a full Morticia Addams effect.

My own costume, I hoped, was creative enough. I wore blue tights and tight red legless shorts shaped like a woman’s full-cut panty. Above that, white shirt, suit coat, necktie, and unfashionable black-rimmed glasses. So I was half Clark Kent, and half Superman.

We were eating on October 30th, because it was a Saturday night. The girls were staying the whole weekend. Our house was isolated enough that no children rang our bell begging for treats.

When the meal was over, I cleaned the kitchen, pots and pans, and started the dishwasher. Back in the living room, I found all three of them sitting together, but there was tension. Deanna stood up, saying, “Girls, I’m really tired from all the preparations today. I know I’m being irritating, better that I go on to bed. I love you all.”