Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My husband took our son trick or treating and told me to stay home and hand out the candy. I didn’t mind really, staying home sounded like a much better idea than going door to door in a dark neighborhood with screaming monsters racing by in every direction. So after propping a giant bowl of candy by the front door with a small sign that said, “Please take one,” I changed into my comfy PJ’s and plopped down on the couch to watch scary movies.
It’d been a few hours since they left when someone pounded on the front door—kind of annoying since the candy was already set out. I turned up the volume and tried to ignore the banging, but it wouldn’t stop. So finally, in a huff, I answered the door. Three black gentlemen stood on the front steps looking rather pleased with themselves.
