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cabinets until she found the family stash of roasting sticks, all carefully fashioned from old coat hangers. Memories of family vacations long-past helped pass the time as she scrubbed the lot of them until every trace of age and rust was gone.
    It was late by the time she had everything organized, and she decided to indulge herself in a hot bath. The strange windstorm of earlier was long gone, but if it came back, she’d be at risk of losing the electric water pump and the water heater, so she was going to indulge in a hot soak while she could. She knew from experience the lake would be anything but warm.
    The water was the perfect temperature, and she slid into the smallish tub with a sigh of contentment. What it lacked in length it made up for in depth, so at least she could soak properly. She ached in places she hadn’t ached in a very long time, and the heat felt wonderful as it eased newly discovered muscles and tender flesh. Eyes closed and as much of her submerged as she could manage, Michelle just let herself drift. She was feeling downright blissful for the first time in ages.
    She was half asleep and thinking of Sinjin when it started. At first the gentle, swirling contact on her calf seemed part of the erotic daydream she was enjoying. Too light to be a massage, the touch was soothing, intimate, and strangely familiar. She drifted deeper into her dream, and her mind assigned the caresses to Sinjin’s talented hands. It was his fingers stroking over her leg from ankle to knee and back again. A slow, leisurely exploration that felt so good she sighed aloud. The contact faded away, and for a minute, she drifted in the bathtub, more asleep than awake, wishing that he’d touch her again.
    Her wish was granted soon as a faint, kneading sensation began at her breasts. First one, then the other was being gently squeezed. Her nipples hardened as something brushed over them, too soft to be Sinjin’s callused hands. The touch came again, harder this time, and she began to come out of her dream. A sharp pain made her catch her breath as something pinched her. This was wrong. Sinjin had never touched her like this, rough and uncaring. Her eyes flew open, and she stared down at the bath, realizing the water in the tub was swirling around her body. It moved on its own, as though something was there, just below the surface. But there was nothing else in the tub but herself and the quickly cooling bathwater.
    Uneasy now, she watched as the surface of the water rippled and swelled slightly and the strange caress returned, squeezing her breasts roughly as a new sensation flowed over her thighs. She felt something try to part her legs, and she screamed. She tried to stand and failed. Her legs were caught, and something heavy was pressing down on her chest, pushing her deeper in the bath.
    Fear spiked up the scale to pure terror, and she grabbed at the edge of the tub. She clung to the cold porcelain and tried to pull herself over the lip, fighting for every inch of movement. Whatever was attacking her grew stronger, jerking her legs apart, and she felt a slight, flowing pressure across her labia. She screamed in terror and fury, a primal sound that helped her focus. She threw everything she had into trying to escape the bathtub and finally her legs moved, just enough to give her hope.
    “Chelle,” Robert’s voice whispered from just behind her, and Michelle screamed again.
    “This isn’t happening! No!”
    “Miss you, Chelle, going to be with you, forever.”
    She screamed a third time and lunged out of the water, tearing herself free of whatever held her. She slithered over the edge of the tub and onto the cold bathroom floor, landing in a drenched, terrified tangle. She scrambled to her feet and bolted for the front door. Every instinct she had was telling her to run, to get as far away as she could.
    She tore the door open only to have it ripped from her hands and slammed shut by a gust of wind, a gust of wind that came