**I do not own The Addams Family; Mr. Charles Addams does.
"Morticia?" shouted Gomez; having resorted to yelling for his beloved since he was unable to find her anywhere in the house.
Normally she would be in the conservatory feeding Cleopatra, but the man-eating plant was fast asleep, obviously napping as she does after a big feast of giraffe burgers. Morticia had already been in there. Gomez was just about to walk out when an envelope caught his eye. Gomez was written in calligraphy on the front and it smelled of familiar perfume. Perplexed, he opened it and starting reading the contents:
My Bubeleh,
You are the beating of my heart, the blood that courses through my veins and the only reason that I exist. Seek and ye shall find.
With Love,
M
Gomez didn't know what to think. It was frustrating not being able to see, hear, touch nor taste his beautiful wife. One more whiff of the envelope allowed him to at least experience one of the senses that drove him to ecstasy.
"Cara Mia? 'Where are you?"
Now a little more worked up, Gomez scanned the living room for another clue. Carefully balanced on her knitting box was another envelope. Same as before, addressed to him and scented. Taking his time, he ran his fingers across his name. Even seeing her hand-writing created excitement below the belt.
My Darling,
After all these years together; I still get butterflies when you look at me. Your' eyes tell me more than words could ever explain. I know when you are happy and content. I know when you are thanking your' lucky stars. I know when you have already started making love to me. I love your eyes. Seek and ye shall find.
Yours Always,
M
Gomez knew that if he didn't find his Tish soon, he would surely become a victim of spontaneous combustion. He had the look of a rabid dog - wide-eyes, snarling and actually foaming at the mouth a little. Just what was his little vixen up too? He thought. By now, he was practically on hands and knees hunting for his treasure. Kitchen no, library - no clue there,
"Ah-ha the playroom!" he proclaimed.
Just as Gomez was barreling towards the playroom, the door opened causing him to slam into the wall.
"Oh! My! Gomez are you okay? 'What is wrong with you?" asked a concerned Fester.
"OHHHHH! Gad that smarted" replied a dazed Gomez. "Please Fester, please tell me that you have seen Morticia today."
"No, sorry Gomez, but maybe that letter over there addressed to you will tell you where Morticia is. 'Now if you will excuse me my shipment of dynamite caps aren't going to light themselves".
Indeed there was another envelope; stabbed thru its corner by the bed of nails. By this time, Gomez was ripping into it like a present on Christmas Day.
My Lover,
Your touch on my skin feels like an electrocution. The glorious, satisfying shocks caused by your hands, your mouth, your body rival that of the Executioner. Seek and ye shall find.
Yours Only,
M
"Of course! 'Now I know where my lovely bride is." said Gomez, talking to himself.
As he reached the entranceway of the attic, Gomez could only think of ravishing his Tish; but when their eyes met, he stopped dead still. Witnessing the most beautiful sight ever caused Gomez to be overcome with emotion. There she was, sitting in the rocker swing, so poised, so perfect, waiting for him. With tears welling up in his eyes, he solemnly walked towards Morticia, kneeling down to lay his head in her lap and he wept in gratitude that SHE loved him.