VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, [10] ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 11:59:59 10/31/03 Fri
Author: reflectionofthenight
Subject: It Ends - Happy Halloween Everyone
In reply to: reflectionofthenight 's message, "A Halloween Tale - PG-13 (language)" on 12:01:58 10/26/03 Sun

He was warm, hard, smelled good and sounded even better. But curiosity finally began to override my newly awakened and screaming hormones.

“Were you blackmailed into walking spawn also?” I tactfully enquired.

“Pardon me?”

Good manners go a long way with me. I decided to try again.

“It’s Halloween. Why are you out?”

“I enjoy watching the crowds. Especially the children.”

Uh oh, my perv alert started going off.

“You and Michael Jackson, Huh?”

He leaned up on one elbow and looked down at me. Confusion was evident in his face. I must confess I think drool was evident on mine as I got my first good look at him.

Dark, curly hair. A soft growth of beard. Lines of character, lines of pain. And the eyes… I sighed. The man was a god. Hands down. No questions asked.

Genetics had conspired to put together this perfect package that was lit from within with a kind of incandescent electric charge. At least, I felt like I was getting zapped.

Oh, that was just the Snickers bar under my ass. I shifted a bit to get more comfortable.

“No, I’m here alone. And you?”

Well, I could go along with the kinda Rain Man vibe I was getting here. The perv alert had stopped flashing once I looked into those eyes. I forgot that I was lying on my back wearing a large amount of purple foam rubber. I forgot everything except that his face was almost close enough for me to feel his breath….

“Hey! You’re squashing our candy!” Jason and Jack were back, dammit.

I attempted to raise my head, failed and waved a purple paw weakly in the air as I attempted to reassure them.

“You’ve got a whole ‘nother pillowcase. Get over it.”

“Who are you?” Anne extended her rubber sword towards my companion.

“I’m Ian.” He rose gracefully to his feet and shook first Anne and then Jason’s…er Billy’s hand before reaching down to help them pick up their spoils that were still spread out on the grass.

“Aunt Lina, is he the first or the second?”

My niece really is her mother’s daughter. There is no doubt.

I was attempting to roll myself over on to one side with no luck. Realizing my dilemma the trio came over to my aide and the kids watched while “Ian” easily picked me up with one hand and held me in place while I found my balance.

“To be truthful, I believe I am the sixth or the seventh. I’m not sure myself.”

Great. Now he was a comedian.

“That costume is unsafe.”

And he had a firm grasp of the obvious.

“Well, it’s not long for this world. Let me tell you.”

He smiled. It was rather like that old myth. You know, where the woman has the head full of snakes and when you looked at her you turned to stone? Well, I turned to stone. That’s how great this guy’s smile was. My hormones started moaning again.

“That’s a shame. Without it I may not have had the pleasure of sharing laughter under the stars in your company.”

My hormones revved back into full throttle screaming.

“What’s your costume, Ian?”

“I think he’s a ninja.” Billy tossed his two cents in as he managed to pick up four bulging pillowcases of candy.

“Nah…his face isn’t covered. When Aunt Lina dated that guy he kept his face covered.”

My niece. Do you think my sister would be upset if I killed her and made it look like a tragic accident?

“I do have some expertise in matters of that type.” Amazing how innocent this guy could look when he cast his gaze downward.

“Aunt Lina? Can Billy and Ian come over and help us sort candy?”

My niece, God bless her. Such a sweet child..

But all fantasies aside my sister would go ballistic if I brought a stranger into her home. I had finally managed to right the stupid purple headpiece of this costume that had caused so much trouble in the first place, and I had opened my mouth to channel my sister’s voice of reason when I saw three pairs of pathetically pleading eyes. One set heavily outlined with black eyeliner, one set barely visible behind a bloody hockey mask, and the last set framed with some of them most ridicuously long lashes I'd ever seen.

Toss in a small sugar buzz (I think last count was 8 Reeses, I’m not sure), screaming hormones and yes, I must confess, the desire to see that lovely vein in my sister’s forehead bulge once again as her blood pressure rose to new heights and I had no choice but to say yes.

“Ian, would you like to help us sort out candy?”

He agreed graciously and as we walked off I was already deciding what I would do with the $100 I would take off my sister and her husband. After all, Ian wasn’t a vampire or a werewolf, was he?

--the end--

ha - I've just received an email that says this should be called "Some Halloween Tail" instead. Nice.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[ Contact Forum Admin ]

Forum timezone: GMT-5
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.