Welcome to E. Mayberry

“Not at all. I thought maybe I’d take you home and stay with you there if you don’t mind.”

That sounded like a great plan but I wanted to take him somewhere important.

“I need to show you something first,” I said.

We were back in the truck when he finally asked the question I’d been expecting him to ask all day.

“You’ve told me a lot today,” he said. “But you haven’t mentioned the death.”

“Death?” I asked. “Is that why you came to my house? To find out about the death? Oh my God. I thought your visit had something to do with that YouTube video that teenager did about me. The “what happened to Stormy Winters” documentary thing. In it he mentioned something about my disappearance for so long. That’s not what led to your visit and asking me all about Erotic Mayberry?”

“No,” he said. “I’ve never seen the video.”

“Well shit,” I said. “I wish you would have said that earlier. Then I wouldn’t have wasted all this time telling you my story. There was no fucking death. That was some bullshit story that got cooked up by a reporter who wanted to visit her older brother who’d moved to the neighborhood. He wouldn’t let her in, of course because of the rules, and because he’d cut his family off. He wanted nothing to do with them. So she made up the whole thing to get access into the community.”

“So you’re telling me nobody died in E. Mayberry?” he said.

“Yes, that’s what I’m telling you,” I said.

He started the truck.

“So why did you leave?” he asked. “I thought it was because of what h

appened. The incident. The death.”

I laughed.

“No, Silly,” I replied. “Trust me. I’ll explain everything. Just drive. It won’t take long.”

I placed a hand on his thigh and rubbed him to assure him I was still his. I couldn’t tell him the rest of my story, especially not after I’d lied to him. He wouldn’t understand. But my story needs to be told. So I’ll tell it to you.

“After my birthday party, everything became about the Harvest Festival. If everyone had been talking about it before, they were raving about it now. The next Homeowner’s Association meeting was solely about the festival.

Contractors would need to be hired to handle some of the lighting needs and stage setup.

Committees were established to handle games, entertainment, food, and of course the big raffle.

Pet grooming was talked about too and the need to bring all of the pets to the salon on the Friday and Saturday before the big festival so they could be tidied up. Bastian took me on Saturday so my hair would look perfect the next day.

The grooming facility, like everything else in Erotic Mayberry, was much more than the title suggested. This wasn’t clean and cut the way a “real” pet grooming facility would handle things. No, this was much more than that. When I arrived for my appointment, Pasha was getting groomed. He stood on a pedestal of sorts while two women cleaned him up. His cock was half hard, naturally since it was being moved around by two pretty girls.

One lifted his cock and used a set of electric clippers to shave his balls and the base of his cock. Another woman rubbed lotion all over his naked body. It gave him a golden glittery-like appearance and was supposed to rejuvenate his skin, hide all blemishes, and make him feel refreshed.

A woman I’d never seen before lay back on a bed while she was Brazilian waxed and then the same glittery lotion was smeared all over her body.

“I’ll drop you off here,” Bastian said. “This usually takes about an hour. I’ll pick you up when you’re ready.”

He left me with a quick peck on the lips.

“Hi, ready to get dolled up for the Harvest Festival?” a super happy woman with pigtails said as she took my hand and led me into the building.

I passed Pasha being lotioned down and he waved at me.

“Brazilian wax?” the girl holding my hand asked.

“No, no thanks,” I said. “A trim will do.”

“We have a special right now,” she whispered. “Each Brazilian wax comes with free clitoral stimulation.”