bubbly foyer docent began her spiel, he dragged Marie by the hand, maneuvering her through the throng of thin men, back into the new room.
“Meet me back here at 10:00 p.m.” he suggested.
“I’m not paying admission twice.” She noticed he persisted in holding her hand. And rubbing her wrist with his thumb. Her eyelids went heavy at the pleasure point.
“We’ll be closing anyhow. I’ll come up to the front gate and escort you.” he whispered clandestinely into her alabaster ear.
“What about Annette?”
He laughed and raised his eyebrows. “You may bring your doll.”
“No, not a toy. Annette is my friend. The blonde.” She nodded toward her.
Annette waved and winked.
“Sure. Is she your flight attendant...or co-pilot...or navigator?”
Marie noticed the swelling in his breeches as she too circled his wrist with her thumb.
“Oh well now that depends.” she teased.
“It depends on what?” Vincent’s voice deepened.
“Do you have a friend you can fix her up with? We could...um. ..double date...”
“Virgil. My brother. He hasn’t enjoyed a date in--.”
“Never mind. I don’t want to know how old he is. So long as he does not look his age. You vampire centurions freak me out with your life--wing spans.”
The door opened and in rolled a group of senior citizens in motorized scooters.
Vincent brushed her ear with his finger tip. Marie shivered in delight as he whispered, “Until we meet again. At 10:00 p.m.”
He watched her narrow hips maneuver through the scooter brigade and out the door.
* * * *
US Park Police Officer Nicholas Barrow finished up a traffic incident report along the George Washington Parkway. As the tow truck pulled away hauling a disabled, vintage blue Pontiac, Virgil shoved his paperwork in the saddle bag on his bicycle and returned to the meandering hilly asphalt trail. The temperature loomed way below normal, but the Washington humidity reared her ugly head, after the morning thunderstorms. He felt miserably musty.
Up ahead at milepost 2.1 he sighted a pair of women on inline skates, precariously teetering, clinging to each other. Virgil pedaled up and rang his bell just before he reached them. "Hello, Ladies. Please keep to the right of the yellow line so that others may pass freely."
The curvy blonde toppled over, taking the redhead with her. They rolled down the grassy embankment, screaming and laughing.
As he engaged his kickstand and dismounted, the police radio squawked out "Possible two-one-one in progress...Caruthers’ Boathouse...all available units please respond."
Virgil hurriedly helped the ladies up the hill. A sudden wind knocked over his bike. An image of an open porthole flashed through his thoughts. Overcome by the peculiar sensation of not wearing any pants, Virgil grabbed his legs. Reassured at the touch of his green uniform shorts, he seated himself, shifted into tenth gear and pedaled onward.
Wearing their inline skates, Marie and Annette stomped to a picnic table in a grassy knoll. They plopped down. Annette lamented, “Too bad he had to leave. That guy was so hot.”
“If you like the law enforcement type.”
“Handcuffs and questioning and ordering me to obey him...”
“He looked really familiar. Do we know him?” Marie asked.
“Couldn’t really tell with the silly bike helmet. But yeah, he looked a lot like that yummy Brit at Mount Vernon.”
“Yeah, that’s it. I knew I picked up on the accident.”
“Accident?”
“Accent. He’s clean cut though, the cop. That’s why he didn’t click straight away.”
“So why did you say accident?” Annette asked.
“I don’t think we met the Barrow twins by accident...”
Annette questioned, “Did you purposely go to Mount Vernon today, knowing Mr. Vincent Barrow would be on the job docenting or whatever you call it?”
“Volunteering. And no, I’d never heard tell of this pair of English Vampires before.”
“Vampires? Brit vampires? Are you sure?”
“No. But
“Meet me back here at 10:00 p.m.” he suggested.
“I’m not paying admission twice.” She noticed he persisted in holding her hand. And rubbing her wrist with his thumb. Her eyelids went heavy at the pleasure point.
“We’ll be closing anyhow. I’ll come up to the front gate and escort you.” he whispered clandestinely into her alabaster ear.
“What about Annette?”
He laughed and raised his eyebrows. “You may bring your doll.”
“No, not a toy. Annette is my friend. The blonde.” She nodded toward her.
Annette waved and winked.
“Sure. Is she your flight attendant...or co-pilot...or navigator?”
Marie noticed the swelling in his breeches as she too circled his wrist with her thumb.
“Oh well now that depends.” she teased.
“It depends on what?” Vincent’s voice deepened.
“Do you have a friend you can fix her up with? We could...um. ..double date...”
“Virgil. My brother. He hasn’t enjoyed a date in--.”
“Never mind. I don’t want to know how old he is. So long as he does not look his age. You vampire centurions freak me out with your life--wing spans.”
The door opened and in rolled a group of senior citizens in motorized scooters.
Vincent brushed her ear with his finger tip. Marie shivered in delight as he whispered, “Until we meet again. At 10:00 p.m.”
He watched her narrow hips maneuver through the scooter brigade and out the door.
* * * *
US Park Police Officer Nicholas Barrow finished up a traffic incident report along the George Washington Parkway. As the tow truck pulled away hauling a disabled, vintage blue Pontiac, Virgil shoved his paperwork in the saddle bag on his bicycle and returned to the meandering hilly asphalt trail. The temperature loomed way below normal, but the Washington humidity reared her ugly head, after the morning thunderstorms. He felt miserably musty.
Up ahead at milepost 2.1 he sighted a pair of women on inline skates, precariously teetering, clinging to each other. Virgil pedaled up and rang his bell just before he reached them. "Hello, Ladies. Please keep to the right of the yellow line so that others may pass freely."
The curvy blonde toppled over, taking the redhead with her. They rolled down the grassy embankment, screaming and laughing.
As he engaged his kickstand and dismounted, the police radio squawked out "Possible two-one-one in progress...Caruthers’ Boathouse...all available units please respond."
Virgil hurriedly helped the ladies up the hill. A sudden wind knocked over his bike. An image of an open porthole flashed through his thoughts. Overcome by the peculiar sensation of not wearing any pants, Virgil grabbed his legs. Reassured at the touch of his green uniform shorts, he seated himself, shifted into tenth gear and pedaled onward.
Wearing their inline skates, Marie and Annette stomped to a picnic table in a grassy knoll. They plopped down. Annette lamented, “Too bad he had to leave. That guy was so hot.”
“If you like the law enforcement type.”
“Handcuffs and questioning and ordering me to obey him...”
“He looked really familiar. Do we know him?” Marie asked.
“Couldn’t really tell with the silly bike helmet. But yeah, he looked a lot like that yummy Brit at Mount Vernon.”
“Yeah, that’s it. I knew I picked up on the accident.”
“Accident?”
“Accent. He’s clean cut though, the cop. That’s why he didn’t click straight away.”
“So why did you say accident?” Annette asked.
“I don’t think we met the Barrow twins by accident...”
Annette questioned, “Did you purposely go to Mount Vernon today, knowing Mr. Vincent Barrow would be on the job docenting or whatever you call it?”
“Volunteering. And no, I’d never heard tell of this pair of English Vampires before.”
“Vampires? Brit vampires? Are you sure?”
“No. But
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