This furry and devious looking monster under the bed is licking her lips and looking mischievous. Hold on one damn minute. I recognize her from when I was a kid. It’s all coming back to me now. The lights would go out, I would play a bit of pocket billiards under the blanket, fart, grade the fart, roll over, toss and then stare into the darkness.
That’s when I would hear the laughter. And strangely, smell the scent of skunk, mixed with Chanel No. 5. I would pull the covers over my head. If I peeked I could see her crawling out from beneath the bed. That’s when I would push my undies all the way into my crack, give ’em a good wipe and toss them down on the floor.
That always seemed to tame the savage beast. I would look down and the undies were gone. The only sound, that of purring and a gentle cooing, along with a sound like someone sucking on a a dirty towel. Then I could lay my head down and sleep. Ah, the memories.