She heard someone walking across the hardwood floors beneath them and a voice called out.

“Hey, Maria! Hey Boys! Come on down here! I have a surprise for you!"

“We have a better one up here!" The woman giggled and winked at Emma.

“Maria!" The voice called again.

The threesome in front of her, immediately ceased. Kenny almost fell off the bed in his haste to get off his mother and grab his clothes.

Maria rolled over and grabbing a terry cloth bathrobe slipped it on as her sons, their cocks still at full attention, donned their clothes.

"Be right down, honey!"

"Show's over, sweetie." Maria smiled at Emma.

"Marie, hurry up! What are you guys doing up there?"

“Oh, just hanging around." Maria cackled and her face shifted into a blue black mess, her pink tongue protruding from her purple Lips.

~Chapter Ten

Emma sat up and looked wildly around the room, assuring herself she was awake this time. She thought she'd heard screaming. Was it from the dream or had she woke herself up screaming?

"You okay, honey?"

Emma froze at the sound of an all too familiar voice.

"Steven?" She whispered, and slowly turned to her left.

Steven was sitting up next to her, wearing that ratty Patriots t- shirt that she kept telling him she was going to burn one of these days. His dark eyes were full of concern and as she sat there unable to move from the shock of seeing him, he put his arm around her shoulders.

“That must have been one hell of a bad dream."

"You...you can't be here."

"Why?" He gave her a mischievous smile, "You got that young landscaper coming over?"

Emma blinked at the running joke Steven had told ever since she'd made a comment that if she were single she'd ravage the hot young guy who mowed their lawn.

“You could at least wait until I kick off to fool around with the boys you know." He kissed her forehead and that simple gesture, which he'd done since they'd started dating, caused a lump to rise in her throat.

“But you're dead."

“Jeez, I know I can't get it up like I used to, but I'm not dead!"

“No, you're dead. You died of cancer. You can't be here."

"Oh." His smile faded.

"So that was your nightmare."

“No, this is a dream. You died, you..." Emma stopped as her eyes focused past him and saw the wall beyond her with the framed portrait of their first dance at their wedding.

She was in their old bedroom, right down to the purple comforter and Steven's stack of paperbacks on the night stand. He'd buy one, read two chapters, get bored and start another.

"Just a dream, green eyes." He turned on the bed and put his arms around her, his hand pushing her head gently to rest it on her shoulder.

“If I were dead could I hold you?"