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Date Posted: 20:27:49 10/26/03 Sun
Author: reflectionofthenight
Subject: Part 2
In reply to: reflectionofthenight 's message, "A Halloween Tale - PG-13 (language)" on 12:01:58 10/26/03 Sun

All too soon my niece, Anne and I waved her parents off. She was filled with rampant anticipation. I was filled with dread. Before I had time to truly savor my feelings Anne tugged impatiently at my costumed arm.

“Aunt Lina, let’s go. I don’t want to miss all the best candy.”

I looked down at her with resignation. I couldn’t believe I really having to go out in public looking like this. Why in the world would my sister imagine any sexy adult vampire or werewolf stranger would want to look at me? Much less consider anything else.

My niece, on the other hand, was looking cuter than a button. All of nine years old she was dressed like her favorite character from the movie “Pirates of the Caribbean.” Actually, she did look quite a bit like Johnny Depp with that eyeliner on. Certainly her costume had much more sex appeal than did my borrowed apparel.

“All right, all right. Are you sure your mom wore this costume last year?”

Anne just tugged on my arm again and pulled me towards the door.

“I’m not going to fit.” I announced, still hoping to be saved by something, anything.

“Come on! There’s that rotten Billy Duncan. I want to go stab him with my sword.”

With a final despairing sigh I turned sideways to allow my purple belly and purple tail to fit out the front door and we joined the rest of the happy Trick-or-Treaters.

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  • Part 3 -- reflectionofthenight, 11:24:43 10/27/03 Mon
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