(14 votes) (4.79)
We got to the ballpark a little early, but the parking lot was already starting to fill up.
I did have a little bottle of sunscreen that I kept in the truck and applied it to my arms and neck as soon as we got out.
“Hang on a sec-” I caution Talia. For the occasion, the wolf-girl was wearing the Sea Wolves jersey I gave her and a pair of shorts. Without giving her any warning, I daubed a little sunblock on the tip of her nose as she scowled at me.
“Don’t look at me like that….” I chuckle. “Unless you want to put it on all by yourself and get it all smeared into your fur.”
I apply a little more to her cheeks and forehead before rubbing it in. Talia’s chortling now.
“What? Does that tickle?”
“Oh that’s not it.” Talia says innocently. “Here I am out in public with you insisting on putting a sticky white cream all over my face in front of everyone, you pervert.”
“And I thought MY mind was in the gutter.” I say as I move around to take care of the back of her neck. Her hair is just long enough that she needs to hold it up when I’m applying the last of the sunscreen.
(18 votes) (4.89)
Even sweaty and fatigued, Talia still looks terrific. She’s still in her denim shorts and bikini top that she got from the Cupid’s Quiver, wiping her brow with a little hand towel after taking a swig of water from a plastic bottle.
“Damn…..” I begin to say to her with what has to be the goofiest, shit-eating grin on my face. “Didn’t think my nefarious scheme would get found out so early. I mean- I even shaved off the goatee that all evil twins have.”
“Really?” She folds her arms.
“Yup- evil twin style guide.”
“Seriously- what’s going on?” Talia asks. It’s almost as if I’m in trouble with her now.
(15 votes) (4.67)
Almost as if I were in a trance, I slowly uncocked the hammer on the .38 before opening up the cylinder, dumping out the bullets onto the countertop and setting the gun down in a drawer in front of me. A show of good faith on my part.
The wolf-girl still looked fairly young, but not so young that I felt the need to ask if I should call her parents or admonish her that it’s a school night.
For some reason, I somehow knew that this bluster and bravado about attacking and raping me after breaking in was just that- all talk.
“All right- so now that you’re here, what do you think is going to happen?” I ask.