Concealed

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Matthew Kerr enjoyed his shower. The hot water running over his head made him relax while the steam vaporized in the bathroom and covered up the mirror. Ah, this felt good. It was so refreshing. Especially after a long day at work. When he heard an unknown sound he stopped the water from running.

“Honey?” he carefully asked.

No answer.

No more sound either.

Cautiously he called again: “Judy? Are you there?”

Still no answer.

Slowly he opened the door of the cabin and reached for his towel. It wasn’t there.

“Are you looking for this?” Judy asked with a naughty smile upon her face.

He stepped out of the shower. All n***d he grabbed her around her waist and lifted her.

“Nooo, put me down,” she laughed. “You’re making me all wet.”

“Ooh, yeah, talk dirty to me.”

“My clothes, moron. Now put me down.”

“You started this,” he said touching her all over her body. His hands already untied the buttons of her blouse and quickly removed her b*a.

She pushed her n***d upper body against his. He could feel her breasts gliding against his chest. Softly blowing in his ear she said: “You want me?”

His hands went into her pants, touching her everywhere he could. “I’ll take you to the bedroom,” he sighed excited.

“No,” she suddenly said and pushed him away. “Not like this. I want to take a shower first.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he teased her.

“Get out,” she said. “I’ll take a shower and you start making dinner. I’ll take care of the dessert…”

“Dinner is ready in a second,” he laughed.

When he had left the bathroom Judy fully undressed and took a shower. Tonight she was going to celebrate her first anniversary with Matthew. She wanted it to be perfect. A nice and romantic evening. She even had bought him a surprise; a defiant set of lingerie she was going to wear. Tonight was going to be just perfect.

Ten minutes later she was all ready. She walked down the stairs seductively. Only wearing a bathrobe and her new playsuit underneath. When she got downstairs she loosened her bathrobe.

“Playtime,” she said cheerful when she entered the kitchen.

The kitchen was deserted.

Matthew wasn’t there.

Then she noticed the two wineglasses upon the kitchen table.

“Are you looking for some special wine?” she laughed while she walked to the living room.

He wasn’t there either.

“Matt? Sweetie?” she called her husband. She waited for him to answer but the only thing she heard was some romantic music playing on the stereo. A pile of CD’s was lying in front of the cabinet. At least he has been here, she thought. But where did he go?

A breeze of fresh, cold air came into the room. Only then she noticed the front door was half open. What was Matthew doing outside? Maybe he was preparing a surprise for her. To celebrate their first anniversary.

Excited she closed her bathrobe and pushed against the door. Even before she had opened it completely, she saw the large hatchetlike knife. A machete. She shuddered when she noticed the cold steel machete was all covered in blood.

Her eyes became big when she stared into the frightened eyes of her husband. The dead cold eyes of her partner. Matthew Kerr’s head was lying upon the small stairway in front of their house; separated from his body which was laying a few steps further down the lane.