It had been a terrible night, and working second shift sucked! Jose was a pain in the ass to top things off and sure didn't help matters any. Jose kept calling Bob "Robert" just to piss him off, Bob just knew it. Oh, and then there was Miguel. Miguel was a story in and of himself. Miguel was just a drunk skunk that wanted to nail Bob's daughter. "No way in HELL!" Bob shouted to nobody. Nobody, there was always nobody there anymore.

Tears filled Bob's eyes as he opened the nearly empty fridge, once more being slapped in the face with the reality that Maria was gone and never coming back. Ah, his sweet Maria. They were high school sweethearts, they dated all through college, and had the most perfect wedding in Hawaii that two people ever could have had. Then she had to top it off by having the cutest baby girl. The cool refrigerator air sucked him back to reality and he angrily grabbed a beer and slammed the door shut. "Oh yeah?!? Watch this!" He pounded the beer in 20 seconds flat. Bob never used to drink much, well, not until the accident.

Some asinine drunk driver ran a stop light and broadsided Maria last May. The doctors told him that she died instantly. That was good, in a way. At least SHE didn't feel any pain. "But what about the rest of us, eh?" He stayed there a moment, arms up in the air, and staring at the ceiling. There was no answer. Was heaven real? Was she watching? What about those Bible thumpers he interrogated at his front door the other day. They said she was just dead, unconscious of anything here on earth, and he could see her at the resurrection. Was that true?

His arms eased down slowly, and he slumped. Thinking that she could not even see him had only made him feel even more lonely. Bob threw the empty beer can at the wall after crumpling it with his hands. He had no idea why he crushed the cans like that, because his father did he assumed. His dad's name was Robert. That's not why he didn't want anyone to call him that though. how was Jose to know that Maria called him by Robert? He got tingles down his spine remembering how sexy she was, how she'd whisper "Robert" in her moments of ecstasy, and how she'd look at him pleadingly before he'd slip her "The Big Bob". He grinned to himself at the happiness such memories brought.

The only other thing in Bob's life that brought him any where near that amount of happiness was his daughter. Bob sighed. Yes, his daughter. He loved his daughter to no end. Why did he end up being such an ass to her then? He never what it was that came over him then, and never realized he was yelling at her until she started crying. He hated it when she cried. Her mother never cried, she never had a reason.

Bob was always the perfect husband. He worked hard to provide for the family, he paid the bills, he was romantic, and he worshipped Maria and the ground she walked on. For a moment he could have sworn he heard her upstairs. It was impossible, but still, he had to check it out. He stumbled up the stairs and realize he had too much to drink tonight. He really should stop drinking. Then he heard another noise and looked up toward the door. It appeared to blur and dance before him. He made his way up to it and turned the knob.

There was a light on and he could see her sexy legs slip under the covers. Those legs, Maria always had the most beautiful legs he'd ever seen. He was never a "leg man" before he met her, but then again, it wasn't just her legs he adored. Stumbling into the room, he shoved his fists deep in his eye sockets. This couldn't be happening. Maria was dead. She's been dead for over three months now. Yet, here she was with those big almond shaped eyes and her silky smooth olive colored skin. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders.

She smiled at him. "Oh, you're home. I was just about to go to bed. I hope you had a good night at work." Work? Why was she talking about work? He sat at the edge of the bed and placed his hand on her leg as she reached for the light to turn it off. As she did, her night shirt crept up her leg nearly exposing luscious mound. Fire tore thru his body and he slid his hand up a bit further. She stopped reaching for the light and he was almost sorry she had. He looked up at her face and he thought he saw fear for a moment. Then he smiled. He knew what she was doing. It was their favorite game to play!

He took Maria in his arms and held her tight. "Shhhh... don't worry. Everything will be alright. I won't hurt you baby. Bob rocked Maria back and forth gently as he wiped her hair from her face. Again his hand slid up her silky legs. She gasped and jumped from the bed. She stood over by the window staring at him strangely. Bob thought she was playing the part pretty well this time. Perhaps her absence these months gave her time to think about improvements to their game. He walked to her slowly and whispered he loved her. "Maria, I've missed you so." She reached up above her shoulders and toward the window and again her night gown crept up. She looked so helpless and defenseless. What was she doing? Pretending she was tied up? His passion raged thru his body as he grabbed her hands forcefully with one of his, and her waist with his other hand. He kissed her deeply and pushed his growing groin in her hips. And then she bit him!...

Why did Maria bite Bob? What was wrong? How did she get here anyway, she was dead! What happens now? Tell me what you think, and then hang on to your boot straps for the next part...