Sharkyshark
Just chillin'
“Shh,” said the woman, striding over and placing a finger against his lips. Now that he could see her properly, he could see that she really was rather pretty. She had bright green eyes and her lips were painted a striking shade of red, both of which he would get a good look at as she brought her face to within a few inches of his.
“Don’t talk, Charles,” she said. “Listen. Your friends are coming, and I don’t want them. I want you. Come here tonight at midnight, ok? Come here on your own and we’ll go somewhere fun. We’ll do something fun. Wouldn’t you like that, Charles? If you tell anyone, I won’t show up. I wanna be a secret. Your secret.”
Before he had a chance to respond, she grabbed the back of his head in a sudden, aggressive motion. Pulling his face down to hers, she kissed him on the mouth, throwing her other arm around him. Up above, Charles would be able to hear the sounds of Theo and Barbara making their way down the cliff.
“Here,” said Theo, picking his way down the rocks as carefully as he could. “Let me carry that camera bag, Barbara. You won’t get anywhere carrying that thing. Stay here, Clipper. I don’t want you falling.”
Clipper sat, ears drooping. The dog was clearly unhappy about being left at the top of the cliff alone, but obeyed the order with nothing more than soft whine.
“Don’t talk, Charles,” she said. “Listen. Your friends are coming, and I don’t want them. I want you. Come here tonight at midnight, ok? Come here on your own and we’ll go somewhere fun. We’ll do something fun. Wouldn’t you like that, Charles? If you tell anyone, I won’t show up. I wanna be a secret. Your secret.”
Before he had a chance to respond, she grabbed the back of his head in a sudden, aggressive motion. Pulling his face down to hers, she kissed him on the mouth, throwing her other arm around him. Up above, Charles would be able to hear the sounds of Theo and Barbara making their way down the cliff.
“Here,” said Theo, picking his way down the rocks as carefully as he could. “Let me carry that camera bag, Barbara. You won’t get anywhere carrying that thing. Stay here, Clipper. I don’t want you falling.”
Clipper sat, ears drooping. The dog was clearly unhappy about being left at the top of the cliff alone, but obeyed the order with nothing more than soft whine.