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Date Posted: 11:56:17 10/31/03 Fri
Author: reflectionofthenight
Subject: Part 6
In reply to: reflectionofthenight 's message, "A Halloween Tale - PG-13 (language)" on 12:01:58 10/26/03 Sun

I was on my back, tail squashed beneath me, belly pointed up to the night sky, surrounded by the spilled contents of two candy filled pillowcases. For a few minutes, as I looked up at the clouds and moon peeking out from behind them, I was grateful for the padding that saved me from injury. But, only for a few.

That same padding that protected me from the hard ground was also preventing me from feeling every inch of Mr. Smoky Voice who was even now lying on top of me. Rather, on top of the round belly of this damn costume from hell. Where was that damn rubber sword when you needed it?

Most of my life my sister has bemoaned my “lack of finer feelings” and caringly pointed out that this is why I was dateless, unmarried, and non-breeding. (She refused to believe any of this had anything to do with personal choice.) To be honest, I think we had that conversation earlier this evening - could that have anything to do with my current snit? Naaah.

True to form, my lack of finer feelings rose to the surface and I did the only thing I could do other than rip the clothes off of a man who’s face I’d not had a chance to see yet.

I started to laugh. Not a delicate, little lady laugh, nope, not me. A genuine belly laugh that caused the purple monster I was trapped inside to jiggle and sway and knock my would-be rescuer off my belly and over to one side.

I was certain that he would now get up and run. I could picture him leaving this certifiable crazy woman on her back kicking her purple arms and legs in a futile attempt to rise. Instead I was surprised to hear a low, husky chuckle that began deep in his chest.

It started rather hesitantly but as my mental imagery forced tears of laughter from my eyes his laugh rose in volume and joined mine until we were both gasping for air.

“Hanging or dismemberment?”

“Pardon me?” Damn that man had a nice voice. Just the right bit of gravel in it. I decided right then he could be wearing a ballerina costume and look like Ron Jeremy and it wouldn’t matter to me.

“Torching or burying alive?”

“I may only choose one?”

“Uh, huh. I have to decide what’s going to be the most fitting end for this costume. It has to stop here.”

“It does?”

“Yep. I won’t allow anyone else to suffer. It has to die.”

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  • It Ends - Happy Halloween Everyone -- reflectionofthenight, 11:59:59 10/31/03 Fri
  • Loved it...I can just hear the mirth in Ian's voice. Thanks! (NT) -- Jaron, 21:52:31 10/31/03 Fri
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