adjusted her dress
and laid her purse on the table, "I'm Rebecca Stanley and you
are?"
“Um…ok, thanks for the heads up.” I replied
as I cut into the still bleeding piece of meat, trying not to throw
who I was in her face. I had already slipped my name plate into my
thigh holster so I couldn't be identified. Then added, “I happen to
think the protein is good for you.”
“Eating meat is bad for your body period.”
She sneered again at my food and then I realized why she looked so
good, she had to have a very good surgeon on retainer. Her face did
not match the mood she was in. When she sneered her face remained
passive. I wondered briefly when the word was done.
I cut into my steak and stuck a piece into
my mouth and the flavor came alive, it had so many under tones and
over tones that it danced a tango on my tongue. I closed my eyes
and moaned, it was good and I was famished.
I sat up closer to my plate and dug in, I
didn’t care who saw or watched I was starved. I did stop
momentarily when I noticed that Rebecca got the chicken plate.
“Um…” Nope, not going there. I shook at my head. Wow I was so glad
that I now knew chicken was not meat.
I finished well before anyone at my table
did, and I was still hungry. I sat back and watched people as they
focused on their food; some eating similar to how I eat (mostly
men) and some just picking at their food like they weren’t really
hungry (most of the woman). So now that I knew where the nasty
people were I focused on finding the two that are the most
important. I decided that pizza was sounding good too, so got up
and wandered to find them.
“Hello?”
OH MY RICIN! I jumped. My dad would take me
over the coals if he found out someone had snuck up on me. I
turned. Hello died on my lips, it was Donny the Quarterback. “Um,
hello.”
“I was just wondering if you are in the
right place. It is my responsibility to make sure that everyone is
wearing their name tags, and I don’t see yours anywhere.” I
shivered and not in the good way as he ogled my breasts. Eww, what
a creep.
I took my name tag out of my purse and
pinned it to my breast. “Oh, gee, can you see it now?” I fluttered
around my breast and spoke in an innocent way.
I practically saw him drooling. “Yes, I see
it now.” He glanced at my name and tried to place me. Considering
he either has his tongue down Rebecca’s throat or laughing so hard
while one of his boys tormented me I wasn’t surprised that he
couldn’t place me. “I’m sorry I don’t remember you, and I’m sure I
knew all the pretty girls in school.”
I swayed up to him and placed my hand
against his chest and leaned up and whispered in his ear making
sure my chest was pressed against his. “I was known as Hairy
Skeleton.” His jaw drop and with my nail I lifted his jaw up and
sashayed away. Oh, wonderful power.
I found Carson first and took a good look at
him, how anyone could mistake him for something he wasn’t was
beyond my comprehension. But it seemed the glasses worked, and the
fact that he shaved off his stubble leaving only a mustache didn’t
hurt either.
He was laughing like a buffoon and I was
hooked. Sitting there like he was reminded me of how young we were
when I left. I wanted those years back. I wanted to go back and not
leave, I wanted to stay, but I knew that by me leaving has made us
into the people we are today, and for that I have no regrets. He
caught my eye and smiled at me and I knew that I had to tell them
the truth about who I was.
And hope they would stay.
Next I found Kyle, he, without a disguise
went unnoticed by most. There were a few that braved the masses and
asked for an autograph, or said something that made him smile. His
smile though ten years older was still the same easy going,
carefree smile he’d always had.
God, how much I loved these two. I caught
his eye and his smile increased and I placed a hand to my stomach
and rubbed. He got the message and stood. He dominated a
and laid her purse on the table, "I'm Rebecca Stanley and you
are?"
“Um…ok, thanks for the heads up.” I replied
as I cut into the still bleeding piece of meat, trying not to throw
who I was in her face. I had already slipped my name plate into my
thigh holster so I couldn't be identified. Then added, “I happen to
think the protein is good for you.”
“Eating meat is bad for your body period.”
She sneered again at my food and then I realized why she looked so
good, she had to have a very good surgeon on retainer. Her face did
not match the mood she was in. When she sneered her face remained
passive. I wondered briefly when the word was done.
I cut into my steak and stuck a piece into
my mouth and the flavor came alive, it had so many under tones and
over tones that it danced a tango on my tongue. I closed my eyes
and moaned, it was good and I was famished.
I sat up closer to my plate and dug in, I
didn’t care who saw or watched I was starved. I did stop
momentarily when I noticed that Rebecca got the chicken plate.
“Um…” Nope, not going there. I shook at my head. Wow I was so glad
that I now knew chicken was not meat.
I finished well before anyone at my table
did, and I was still hungry. I sat back and watched people as they
focused on their food; some eating similar to how I eat (mostly
men) and some just picking at their food like they weren’t really
hungry (most of the woman). So now that I knew where the nasty
people were I focused on finding the two that are the most
important. I decided that pizza was sounding good too, so got up
and wandered to find them.
“Hello?”
OH MY RICIN! I jumped. My dad would take me
over the coals if he found out someone had snuck up on me. I
turned. Hello died on my lips, it was Donny the Quarterback. “Um,
hello.”
“I was just wondering if you are in the
right place. It is my responsibility to make sure that everyone is
wearing their name tags, and I don’t see yours anywhere.” I
shivered and not in the good way as he ogled my breasts. Eww, what
a creep.
I took my name tag out of my purse and
pinned it to my breast. “Oh, gee, can you see it now?” I fluttered
around my breast and spoke in an innocent way.
I practically saw him drooling. “Yes, I see
it now.” He glanced at my name and tried to place me. Considering
he either has his tongue down Rebecca’s throat or laughing so hard
while one of his boys tormented me I wasn’t surprised that he
couldn’t place me. “I’m sorry I don’t remember you, and I’m sure I
knew all the pretty girls in school.”
I swayed up to him and placed my hand
against his chest and leaned up and whispered in his ear making
sure my chest was pressed against his. “I was known as Hairy
Skeleton.” His jaw drop and with my nail I lifted his jaw up and
sashayed away. Oh, wonderful power.
I found Carson first and took a good look at
him, how anyone could mistake him for something he wasn’t was
beyond my comprehension. But it seemed the glasses worked, and the
fact that he shaved off his stubble leaving only a mustache didn’t
hurt either.
He was laughing like a buffoon and I was
hooked. Sitting there like he was reminded me of how young we were
when I left. I wanted those years back. I wanted to go back and not
leave, I wanted to stay, but I knew that by me leaving has made us
into the people we are today, and for that I have no regrets. He
caught my eye and smiled at me and I knew that I had to tell them
the truth about who I was.
And hope they would stay.
Next I found Kyle, he, without a disguise
went unnoticed by most. There were a few that braved the masses and
asked for an autograph, or said something that made him smile. His
smile though ten years older was still the same easy going,
carefree smile he’d always had.
God, how much I loved these two. I caught
his eye and his smile increased and I placed a hand to my stomach
and rubbed. He got the message and stood. He dominated a
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