”“Not too surprising, I guess.”“My mother is not angry like my dad, but she wants to talk with you.”“You and I together?”“You and her ...alone.”Something told me this would not turn out good, but I agreed to meet with his mother. We set up a meeting where she and I could talk privately and not be overheard. I was almost afraid that I’d never be seen or heard from again.“So you are ‘Stephanie’?”“I am.”“So why did you latch onto my son?”“Tom asked me out. I wasn’t looking for any guy.”“And just how. “If you want to keep your uncle out of this, Marti you will do as you are told.”Marti tries to smooth things over with her unsophisticated aunt.“I was just fooling around with a new way to drink the beer with my college friends.”“More like an educated fool.”“The fact remains young lady your party habits are unladylike, disturbing and disgusting!”Marti gave her aunt a cute pout. “I’m sorry auntie I will be a better girl in the future.”Aunt Jessica slammed her fist down on the top of the desk. The masts were filled with sails black as midnight. The midsection of the ship sat lower the bow and stern. The stern rose highest of any part. Set along the bowsprit sat the skeleton of a Wyrm, ancient creatures that people called dragons. Wyrms were the most powerful of creatures to be summoned from Hades. To see one dead and its skeleton set upon The Flying Dutchman’s bowsprit sent a shudder through the fearless Blackbeard. Davy Jones stood at the helm set at the first of the two levels of. Where’s a extra neat scotch when you need it?Stephen answered the door after the first knock. I then noticed there was a doorbell. God, he must think I am as uncouth as Aunt Carol.“Annie?”“Yes?”“Do you have any experience in this line of work?”“Well, I helped raise my brothers and sisters and helped a few family members out. I know the basics of cleaning a house.”“This one is different.....,” Stephen trailed off.Holy fucking balls. Guess I was “renting” again. Wouldn’t fucking Aunt Carol be.