I really must apologize for the shortage of last chapter, I just felt like I had a block and I couldn't write anything, plus I really did leave you hanging. I must say I feel terrible. Half the summer's gone by and I still haven't done the things I wanted to do, I wanted to reach fifty chapters. I think I can still do it…. What do you think? I have to go to school on September 3rd… Sigh…. Oh well, I managed to get over 200 reviews, I am sure it doesn't sound like much compared to other fanfictions but it means a lot to me. Boy, it's really coming down outside…. Raining, thundering, and lightning. Jeesh! :D I love rain…. Random… XD! I got the fifth and final season of I Dream Of Jeannie today D': Ohhh… I saw both movies and all of the episodes… Oh well I still have you fella's! :D

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About a week after Mrs. Lovett sent her Aunt Nettie the letter she received it.

"Ana come quick!" Mrs. Wisner exclaimed as she sat her tea down while holding the letter in her hands.

Ana put down her duster as she ran over to Mrs. Wisner. "What it is ma'am?"

"Look at this, it's from Nellie! She's alive" Mrs. Wisner was more than thrilled, she was relived.

"Oh and just in time for I was going to be devisin' a memorial service for her!" Mrs. Wisner's eyes were wide, "She's alive, oh I am so happy!"

Mrs. Wisner and Ana hugged as tears of joy reflected in Mrs. Wisner's eyes.

"Guess I should be writen' back to 'er. Me husbands cousin Wesley is comin' down from France, been there for years he has, but I hear he's bringin' a friend 'o his, says she's real special." Mrs. Wisner got out a piece of paper. "Her names Marie."

Ana smiled as she handed Mrs. Wisner the ink and quill.

A few days later Mrs. Lovett received her letter signed Aunt Nettie and Ana. Overjoyed that she was going to be seeing them in a few weeks. In the mean time she would have to talk about it to her husband, whom had recently started to act somewhat… pleasant.

But for now, Mrs. Lovett had people to chop up for tomorrow's dinner rush.

Down in the bake house Mrs. Lovett saw two dead bodies lying beneath the trap door. "It's always the fat ones comin' for a shave." Mrs. Lovett complained, sighing as she dragged the skinniest one to her work table.

Mrs. Lovett began to strip him of his clothing before noticing that the man had a very expensive looking watch dangling from his pocket. Mrs. Lovett took it from his pocket chuckling as she went.

"Might as well not let this one slip by…" Mrs. Lovett said as she put the watch between her bosom.

Sweeney stood by the doorway watching, he always did, once in a while. He found it fascinating how she could chop up dead bodies and watch people devour them. It was like their own sick little secret…

Mrs. Lovett started sawing away at the mans legs before she heard a noise coming from the room.

"Toby?" Mrs. Lovett looked around and shrugged before turning back to what she was doing.

Suddenly Mrs. Lovett felt two hands rest on her hips. Startled, she immediately turned around only to find that it was just Mr. Todd.

"Oh Mista T! Ya gave a fright!" Mrs. Lovett scolded him before he kissed her playfully on the lips.

"I know." Sweeney looked at her with a seductive smirk as he pulled her close to him.

"Mista T, what do you want?" Mrs. Lovett said, annoyed, she had to get these bodies done, or they'd start to mold, people didn't stay very fresh, especially when in a humid bake house, in the beginning of August.

"You." Sweeney pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck before Mrs. Lovett pulled away from him.

"Mista T, I got two bodies that need skinnin' or else I'll neva get these pies done." Mrs. Lovett then turned back to what she was doing.

"I can help." Sweeney shrugged his shoulders and looked at her with a grin as he took the bloody saw away from her.

"You 'elp? Mista T you ain't foolin' me but you ain't the type to 'elp." Mrs. Lovett laughed a bit before attempting to take the saw from him.

Sweeney grunted and started to saw the other leg off when Mrs. Lovett began to speak again.

"Shouldn't you be upstairs slittin' throats or somethin'?" Mrs. Lovett gawked at him.

"I closed up an hour ago, thought you'd be in bed." Sweeney replied.

"My word, I musta forgot the time!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed.

"Don't worry pet, I'll finish these, you go on and get some rest." Sweeney said as he glanced at her.

"No, no, it's alright." Mrs. Lovett protested, "Go on upstairs and get ya self some sleep."

Sweeney ignored her and continued to saw the body apart.

Mrs. Lovett sighed and went over to help him, "Mista T, I been meanin' to ask ya… how'd you feel 'bout a baby?"

Sweeney looked at her, "A baby?"

Mrs. Lovett nodded, "Yeah ya know a baby of our own, if I just wonderin…"

"I don't know, I never thought about it." Sweeney shrugged his shoulders and glanced over at her, "Why?"

"Jus' wonderin s'all." Mrs. Lovett replied, "By the way, do you want to go down to me aunt Nettie's in a few weeks, me uncle's cousin Wesley is coming down all the way from France and Nettie wants to meet you, properly, I mean ya didn't say much the last time."

"Alright." Sweeney rolled his eyes, did she ever stop talking? "And I didn't say much because I was already feeling rejected because you wouldn't come home with me. Plus, I don't talk much anyway."

"And don't you think I know that? Really Mr. Todd? Must you bring that up?" Mrs. Lovett put her hands on her hips and looked over at him in disgust.

"I'm just saying." Sweeney smirked a little, he loved it when she got angry.

Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney stood in silence as they finished the two remaining bodies.

Mrs. Lovett looked over at Sweeney, whom was wiping his hands off with a rag and smiled, "Ya know, we is almost like partners in crime…"

Sweeney looked at her and spoke, "What makes you say that?"

"Well just look at us, covered in blood, you slittin' throats, me bakin' 'em." Mrs. Lovett laughed.

"Well you do look good in red…" Sweeney walked over to her.

"I do?" Mrs. Lovett smiled at him seductively.

"Yes…" Sweeney said as he took Mrs. Lovett hips and kissed her passionately.

Mrs. Lovett then wrapped her arms around his neck as he sat her on the work table.

Before you knew it, they were having hot sex on the table, drenched in blood, sweating, dirty, covered in miscellaneous remains of body parts and neither of them even cared.

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Okay, I was going to write a sex scene but I know some of you don't like them, so I leave you at this :D Ohhh I have a fabulous idea though XD

Please review!

I really must get some sleep my allergies are driving me up the wall!!

QUESTIONS!!

Do any of you guys watch Classic TV Shows like Bewitched, The Beverly Hillbillies, I Love Lucy… ect…??

IDK WHY MY CHAPTERS ARE SOMETIMES UNDERLINED… RATHER ANNOYING BUT…. OH WELL!

Chapter 39 should be up soon:D