The Domestic Knight

[The Clutching Hand]

BOOM. The door flung open. Catching the young man off guard. Light flooded into the bedroom, which before
had been covered in complete darkness save for the light of a lap top screen. The boy franticaly tried to minemize the
superheroine video that he was watching, while at the same time glaring at the siloette that stood hand on hips in his door way.

"You vile villian," redundantly said a female voice.

"Did you really think you could get away with such a dasterdly act.?"

"What did I do?" asked the accused trying to make out the female that now stood at the front of his bed.

She was about 5'9 with nice C-cup breast, if the boy was any judge, her nice tan showed off a build that would put
any female wrestler to shame, good muscle tone but plenty of femine curves. She was dressed as a superheroine of some sort. A
small white apron trimmed with blue struggled to cover her breast while coming down just micro inches from her midsection. Her
face was nicely consiled by a red domino mask and her feet were wearing a pair or red stilhettos heels. Except for the
aformentioned she was completely bare the only other thing that was noticeable was the letters HW printed on her apron.The as yet
unnamed heroine struck a pose and pointed a finger at Quinten.

"Your girlfriend slaved over a hot stove to make sure her boyfriend had a nice meal to eat when he came over. An how was
this kindness repayed? You eat your feel and leave dirty dishes piled from sink to cealing."

"But the dishwasher was broke." The accused said defensively

"Have you ever heard of handwashing? Your fingers are not broken..yet. Now for your evil deeds you shall answer to HouseWife"

TO BE CONTINUED