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Small Town Monsters

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expect anything kinky; like I said, I’m not in the market for a boyfriend.”

“No, of course not. I’m a complete gentleman.”

Lucy’s face glided into a defeatist smile. “Lots of men use adjectives to describe themselves.”

“What?” Tory asked.

Again, Lucy broke out of her stupor. “Nothing. I don’t mean anything by it. I’m just talking to myself, I guess. That’s something you’ll have to put up with while we are on the road. When did you say you were leaving?”

“In two days.”

“Sounds like a deal,” Lucy said. She extended her hand like an executive. Tory looked down at her milky fingers and smiled.

“Okay, a deal then,” he said. He took her hand and pumped it twice.

“You can pick me up here at the diner, I’ll be getting off at ten PM.” Lucy opened the door and got out of Tory’s car.

“Hey, what about breakfast?” Tory leaned down across the seat and looked up at her.

“Sure thing, only it’ll be on you instead of me.”

Tory smiled.

“See you ‘round, Tory,” Lucy said and let the door close. She turned and walked across the parking lot towards the diner. Tory’s car rasped as he shifted it into gear. It droned away, it’s headlights like lemons in the dark.

A bit of bounce came to Lucy’s stride as she sliced through the night. She hadn’t felt that bounce in a very long time.