and said, “Hah.” He seemed to say it louder and make the word last longer the funnier he found the joke.
I didn’t remember most of them. There was one about the Chicago police giving you Bears tickets for speeding. That one stuck out. Leslie’s from Chicago and I wanted to tell the joke to her next time I saw her.
There was another one about a Texas team having to play on dirt because a player smoked all the grass.
Because I smoke weed sometimes and from the way Karl smiled at the joke, either he does or he doesn’t care, I liked that joke.
It scared me that I was worried about something like that. I liked him more than just a hot guy I’d had my first sex with.
A hot, magic guy.
Karl and Jack seemed close, so I was pretty sure he knew Karl’s secret. At least the one about the wolf thing.
So, was I just rejecting Karl for being unique? Doesn’t that go against everything I’d been taught? Isn’t something unique always very valuable? Isn’t originality the most important quality of any person?
How I could I reject him for that? The wolf thing must be something that had happened to him, he’d caught some disease, been bitten by another were-creature, or some experiment had gone wrong.
In the movies, it’s never the hero’s fault.
Lost in thought I almost crashed into a wall as the hallway I’d been wandering ended at a T. I saw a welcome sign, “Restaurant.” The arrow pointed to my right, while the other direction said, “Fitness Room.”
Even if I hadn’t come in via the restaurant, the choice between the two was apparent.
I went through a set of white doors with golden panels, and the frosty carpet gave way to marbled tile and I found myself in the part of the restaurant where the restrooms were.
Now my heels clacked on the floor as I almost ran past the diners, some of them looking at me as if anyone moving fast was an interruption to their perfect night.
Katy Perry’s “Roar” was playing.
I hoped that wasn’t some other magic of his…
Outside the night hit me like a rush of jungle warriors as I left the perfect seventy-five degrees of the air conditioned hotel behind. Even though the time was well after ten, the temperature reached the mid-eighties and sweat broke out all over my body and started pooling in my hollows. I gave my ticket to the valet and sat there melting as more rain started to fall.
These evening showers are frequent in the spring as the cool June ocean air flows inland at night. The valet station was framed by blooming bougainvillea and the color purple, plus the rain always makes me horny.
I should’ve gone back inside and thrown myself at Karl.
If I could find his room.
I thought of his hands rubbing me, pinching me. Maybe if I went back he’d spank me for running.
He probably would. Sicko.
I knew I would enjoy the passion. We’d both get turned on. Then, his hair would grow and his nails would emerge. His teeth would get long and pointed.
I saw his ecstatic face again in the solid sheet the rain had now become. His wolf face.
I wanted to see his face in real life again.
What does he feel when he comes? Does he lose his mind into a gray animal emotion, or does he still see the rich weave of colors pure humans are blessed with?
Despite the claws and despite the fangs, I wanted to know.
Or maybe, because of them.
The valet station had an awning that shielded me from the rain. The falling water made a rhythmic sound like bass drums playing The Random Variation.
It’s a classic, the band plays the song differently every time it rains.
Then the kid pulled up in my econo-Honda going way too fast for the parking lot. He slammed through a puddle that hadn’t been there five minutes ago. The tires threw up a muddy wave and soaked the bottom of my dress.
That ended any thoughts of going back inside, there’s no way I could march past all those stuffy diners leaving drippings from my lower half behind me.
Acting like nothing happened, the kid held
I didn’t remember most of them. There was one about the Chicago police giving you Bears tickets for speeding. That one stuck out. Leslie’s from Chicago and I wanted to tell the joke to her next time I saw her.
There was another one about a Texas team having to play on dirt because a player smoked all the grass.
Because I smoke weed sometimes and from the way Karl smiled at the joke, either he does or he doesn’t care, I liked that joke.
It scared me that I was worried about something like that. I liked him more than just a hot guy I’d had my first sex with.
A hot, magic guy.
Karl and Jack seemed close, so I was pretty sure he knew Karl’s secret. At least the one about the wolf thing.
So, was I just rejecting Karl for being unique? Doesn’t that go against everything I’d been taught? Isn’t something unique always very valuable? Isn’t originality the most important quality of any person?
How I could I reject him for that? The wolf thing must be something that had happened to him, he’d caught some disease, been bitten by another were-creature, or some experiment had gone wrong.
In the movies, it’s never the hero’s fault.
Lost in thought I almost crashed into a wall as the hallway I’d been wandering ended at a T. I saw a welcome sign, “Restaurant.” The arrow pointed to my right, while the other direction said, “Fitness Room.”
Even if I hadn’t come in via the restaurant, the choice between the two was apparent.
I went through a set of white doors with golden panels, and the frosty carpet gave way to marbled tile and I found myself in the part of the restaurant where the restrooms were.
Now my heels clacked on the floor as I almost ran past the diners, some of them looking at me as if anyone moving fast was an interruption to their perfect night.
Katy Perry’s “Roar” was playing.
I hoped that wasn’t some other magic of his…
Outside the night hit me like a rush of jungle warriors as I left the perfect seventy-five degrees of the air conditioned hotel behind. Even though the time was well after ten, the temperature reached the mid-eighties and sweat broke out all over my body and started pooling in my hollows. I gave my ticket to the valet and sat there melting as more rain started to fall.
These evening showers are frequent in the spring as the cool June ocean air flows inland at night. The valet station was framed by blooming bougainvillea and the color purple, plus the rain always makes me horny.
I should’ve gone back inside and thrown myself at Karl.
If I could find his room.
I thought of his hands rubbing me, pinching me. Maybe if I went back he’d spank me for running.
He probably would. Sicko.
I knew I would enjoy the passion. We’d both get turned on. Then, his hair would grow and his nails would emerge. His teeth would get long and pointed.
I saw his ecstatic face again in the solid sheet the rain had now become. His wolf face.
I wanted to see his face in real life again.
What does he feel when he comes? Does he lose his mind into a gray animal emotion, or does he still see the rich weave of colors pure humans are blessed with?
Despite the claws and despite the fangs, I wanted to know.
Or maybe, because of them.
The valet station had an awning that shielded me from the rain. The falling water made a rhythmic sound like bass drums playing The Random Variation.
It’s a classic, the band plays the song differently every time it rains.
Then the kid pulled up in my econo-Honda going way too fast for the parking lot. He slammed through a puddle that hadn’t been there five minutes ago. The tires threw up a muddy wave and soaked the bottom of my dress.
That ended any thoughts of going back inside, there’s no way I could march past all those stuffy diners leaving drippings from my lower half behind me.
Acting like nothing happened, the kid held
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