on my cheek. I didn’t have one to compare it to, but it felt like a mother’s touch. “You were meant to come here, Mary. You are so important to what lies ahead. I get to lead you, and it is my honor to do so. I’ll have tough times soon, and I plan to enjoy every bit of our right now.”
I was feeling some serious performance anxiety. Everybody kept telling me I was so important. So why did I feel like I couldn’t do anything right?
“Don’t look like that. Most people feel like they fail when they can’t do what they see others doing. You have to do something no one has ever done before. When you do something for the first time, there is no wrong. There is just perseverance. You will persevere.” Then she pulled away.
She opened the little door to the altar and rustled in what looked to be a handmade basket underneath. She came out with a cellophane bag.
“But first, you will eat chocolate, and enjoy the company of someone who understands. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Let’s get to know each other tonight.” Kari made it sound like we were heading on an adventure, not dodging vampires and werewolves left and right.
“So we aren’t going to talk about what happened to your house? I know you saw something to be desperate enough to put all that goo on yourself.” Instead of answering she just smiled and put an individually wrapped piece of heaven in my hand.
I opened the wrapper, and the words printed inside jumped out at me.
Try something new, and succeed at it.
I was never one for fortune cookies, but I took the piece of foil and tucked it in my pocket. It was about time I succeeded at something. We sat moaning at the fabulous taste exploding on our tongues until everyone of the furry persuasion had returned from their run.
They came up still adjusting their clothing. If I hadn’t known what was going on, it would look like they were returning from a dirty threesome in the woods. Amber got to watch both guys strip naked before shifting. She said she didn’t even notice the nudity anymore. It was a natural thing for a werewolf to see their Pack naked. She assured me hybrids were no different.
I still wanted to watch them shift. If nudity was no big deal I thought it would be great vibrator fodder to see both Jake and Craig strip down. They were tall, broad, and so cut. I’ve never seen an ugly vampire or werewolf. Hot must be a side effect.
When I think back to all of the creatures gathered around Amber as she lay dying there wasn’t a fugly one in attendance. It was like everyone had plastic surgery—not on a Michael Jackson level, but just the right amount to create perfection.
“I have to admit, I have never fed hybrids before. How much food do they need? If I remember correctly the wolves eat like they have six stomachs, but hybrids are new for me.” Kari was talking as if she didn’t really expect an answer.
I bet this woman talked to herself a lot. I pulled some pans and bowls from the cupboard, and handed them to Kari. Jake came into the kitchen with us and Amber and Craig were going over finances in the adjacent dining room. Amber was determined to get a van that didn’t scream child-molester. Craig was determined to have some privacy with the living arrangements. Since the money was a balancing act, they both had their hands in the books to make sure they got what they wanted. Luckily the stock market was on a slight upswing. A well-paid financial planner had deposited a good chunk of change into a certain offshore account for us. Keeping secrets is expensive too.
Kari asked Jake about his food needs. Ever the polite guy, he didn’t talk down to her, just explained. “We can take nourishment either way. Amber and I can sustain each other’s basic need for blood. But our food supply needs to be high enough to support the blood production. We did catch a buck while we were in the woods, so it should ease the food bill.”
“Ewww. Just don’t have Amber tell me about it,
I was feeling some serious performance anxiety. Everybody kept telling me I was so important. So why did I feel like I couldn’t do anything right?
“Don’t look like that. Most people feel like they fail when they can’t do what they see others doing. You have to do something no one has ever done before. When you do something for the first time, there is no wrong. There is just perseverance. You will persevere.” Then she pulled away.
She opened the little door to the altar and rustled in what looked to be a handmade basket underneath. She came out with a cellophane bag.
“But first, you will eat chocolate, and enjoy the company of someone who understands. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Let’s get to know each other tonight.” Kari made it sound like we were heading on an adventure, not dodging vampires and werewolves left and right.
“So we aren’t going to talk about what happened to your house? I know you saw something to be desperate enough to put all that goo on yourself.” Instead of answering she just smiled and put an individually wrapped piece of heaven in my hand.
I opened the wrapper, and the words printed inside jumped out at me.
Try something new, and succeed at it.
I was never one for fortune cookies, but I took the piece of foil and tucked it in my pocket. It was about time I succeeded at something. We sat moaning at the fabulous taste exploding on our tongues until everyone of the furry persuasion had returned from their run.
They came up still adjusting their clothing. If I hadn’t known what was going on, it would look like they were returning from a dirty threesome in the woods. Amber got to watch both guys strip naked before shifting. She said she didn’t even notice the nudity anymore. It was a natural thing for a werewolf to see their Pack naked. She assured me hybrids were no different.
I still wanted to watch them shift. If nudity was no big deal I thought it would be great vibrator fodder to see both Jake and Craig strip down. They were tall, broad, and so cut. I’ve never seen an ugly vampire or werewolf. Hot must be a side effect.
When I think back to all of the creatures gathered around Amber as she lay dying there wasn’t a fugly one in attendance. It was like everyone had plastic surgery—not on a Michael Jackson level, but just the right amount to create perfection.
“I have to admit, I have never fed hybrids before. How much food do they need? If I remember correctly the wolves eat like they have six stomachs, but hybrids are new for me.” Kari was talking as if she didn’t really expect an answer.
I bet this woman talked to herself a lot. I pulled some pans and bowls from the cupboard, and handed them to Kari. Jake came into the kitchen with us and Amber and Craig were going over finances in the adjacent dining room. Amber was determined to get a van that didn’t scream child-molester. Craig was determined to have some privacy with the living arrangements. Since the money was a balancing act, they both had their hands in the books to make sure they got what they wanted. Luckily the stock market was on a slight upswing. A well-paid financial planner had deposited a good chunk of change into a certain offshore account for us. Keeping secrets is expensive too.
Kari asked Jake about his food needs. Ever the polite guy, he didn’t talk down to her, just explained. “We can take nourishment either way. Amber and I can sustain each other’s basic need for blood. But our food supply needs to be high enough to support the blood production. We did catch a buck while we were in the woods, so it should ease the food bill.”
“Ewww. Just don’t have Amber tell me about it,
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