Again, it wasn’t long before the thumping noises stopped and the visitor was sent in.It was an unusually long time before the two emerged. The noise...s had been stronger and different with vocal sounds that could only be coming from Melba Mae clearly audible to the others. She looked downright frazzled and was still nekkid, her twitchet reddened and drooling man cream. But she wore a grin a mile wide. “Ralphie Jim, Ah must thank thee fer bringin this rehal mahn. He’s gonna haf tew teach yew hot. From behind me, I hear her call out, "Hey, wait!" I spin and see her pointing. Off to her right is a shack. It looks run down and disused, the roof dipping in places. "Let's head there to dry off. We can't turn up at a farmhouse soaking wet. What will they think?" Might be occupied."She regards it again. "Naaah. Looks abandoned."We pick our way towards the shack. The sun peeking beneath the low cloud casts our long, spindly shadows ahead of us. As we draw nearer, I see the stone walls are solid. There was a knock at the door but you ignored it since it was clear that your mother was waiting for it. You can hear your mother’s voice greeting the guest in the front room. You try to ignore them as they chatted.“Honey! Please come say hello! It’s your Aunt Katy,” Your mother calls.You frown. Aunt Katy wasn’t really your Aunt; she wasn’t even human. Katy was a Vampkat, a humanoid feline with fangs that extend past her the bottom of her muzzle and a short tail that extended half way down her. She heard something snap and thought it to be a wooden plank until the pain of her broken leg shot up into her brain and she shouted out that embarrassing non-scripted word."Shite!"The laughter in the audience brought down the curtain with resounding loss of dignity.The understudy managed to vomit only one time before they carted Roberta off to the waiting ambulance at the theater door. The last act was a bit confusing but the critics agreed the understudy did a better job than Roberta despite.