The evening of Halloween had arrived, and I was laying low so as not to attract attention to myself. Handing out Three Musketeers bars and flipping through some Hollywood slasher films of the television like every other boring stepdad on the planet. Mandy and Ashley had been upstairs for a while now, transforming from goody-two-shoes school girls into a pair of fairytale p**n stars. I could hear the sound of their boots on the staircase and cleared my throat, getting into a more relaxed casual sitting position.
“Hey Frank, we’re going to be out late. Don’t wait up.” I raised my eyebrows as Mandy and Ashley shuffled past me in long trench coats, obviously to cover up their real outfits underneath.
“Hi, Mr. Carmine!”
“Ashley. Nice to see you again. Who are you ladies supposed to be dre
