"They didn't tell me their kid was so cute ... They can make another one, right?"
Everyone in the neighborhood loves her. Muriel, or Mimi, as she'll likely ask you to call her, is, perhaps, one of the nosiest neighbors you've ever met. She pokes her head in, occasionally, likes to check in on you, ask how you're doing, how's your hubby, how're the kids. She didn't move in without cause, much as she'd like you to believe otherwise.
You've been noticing some weird things, though, lately, around the neighborhood ... Last week, The Johnson's girl just stopped working in the front garden, one day, and they're acting like nothing's off. The man who used to cut your lawn hasn't been picking up the phone, except for once, and all you could hear was some awfully familiar, playful, husky giggles. And you've been noticing Mimi looking at you ... No, past you ... And you can't help but feel unnerved ... And aroused, and you begin to realize why she seems to keep getting bigger ...