“Oh stop.” She cut her eyes to the entrance of the stables. “So, are you going to show me around or not? I’d prefer to have my tour before the rain comes pouring down.”
“We weren’t always like this.” She answered. “There was a time where we were in the Middle Ages, like you. And there was a time where there were always wars, I guess we’ve civilized ourselves through the years, and the UnderWorld might too.” She gulped, although she wasn’t a fan of war, she would hate to see this place be crowded up with skyscrapers and apartment buildings. “We have laws that keep us together, it is why we have guns and the sort, it is what organizes us. Faeries are the same. Faery creatures, which is any mythical creature on Earth that include vampires, werewolves, fairies, Amnesians, and witesians, all follow our set of rules that keeps us together.”
“Okay, Will…take them in!” Eddie said to his friend. I’ll ride to the left, and you, to the right. Just follow my lead, do as I do, and we’ll get these cows to market and ‘de ganado’ is over.”
"They're lovely hills," she said. "They really don't look like white elephants. I just meant the coloring of their skin through the trees."
“This week is just full tragedies,” Brian said with suspicion. “Why do you say that Brian?” questioned Jennifer. “Alex is still missing, there were the two deaths at the beginning of the week, and now Griff strained and cut his ankle while he was in his track practice. He was jumping hurdles when he tripped over one thus injuring himself,” explained Brian. “He is also extremely sick,” added Evan. Then, Brian said further, “I bet it’s because of that sickening cut he got.” To get such a bad infection from his cut meant Griff was not going to fully recover. The group, distraught with their friend's sickness, decided they should send Griff a “Get well soon” card instead of visiting him, to avoid becoming sick themselves. “We should leave Griff
A trash can full of old food crashed to the concrete ground as Heath stumbled around and grabbed the wall for support. Duece promptly rushed over and grabbed his companion's arm.
Whether Karmen placed her touch so close to his crotch on purpose, Duane wasn't certain, and was not about to ask. The thief had quickly become accustomed to the woman's quick wit, and ability to reciprocate, with interest, any teasing of his own, and though he'd usually have no problem with engaging her, or indeed sliding her fingers subtly higher as a test to see if and when she'd stop him, this wasn't the time. Not when he'd be required to concentrate on the road, with his own hands mostly occupied, for the next one hundred miles, whilst she'd be totally free to do as she wished; There could only be one winner. Duke attempted to pretend nonchalance, which wasn't an easy task, and a fact likely caught by the woman. Thankfully, she said nothing.