FC handed us his keys and told us he would be back at six. I looked over at Ricky, he was everything he had been since I met him back in elementary sc...ool.He was heavy, but it wasnt bad.He had long dirty blonde hair that curled a little at the tips. He had dark eyes and a soft voice. We better get working I said to Ricky. He nodded and we went back to the theater. The lighting booth was all the way in the back of theater, and we had to climb several stairs to get to it. We walked in and shut. It was amazing to see how sensuous she was, like a magician doing something incomprehensible. He thought her eroticism was beyond human achievement. He was yet to understand how she could telepathically stimulate certain parts of his brain, his libido primarily. Having his attention she began rotating her shoulders, like a snake slithering out of its old skin, molting. She removed her top until it was but a few inches above her nipples, moving her hand over her stomach and lower still. He. .. so what should we do?" I don't know ... what do you think we should do?"In the worst of circumstances, it can go on like that all night. Both people are so insecure that they're afraid to actually give an opinion, or make a decision for fear that the other one won't like it. In better circumstances, a decision is made just to get them away from the curb."Why don't we get something to eat?" Okay, that sounds good. I'm starving." Okay, so what do you want to eat?" Oh anything is fine." How. I looked at my hands, at my unnaturally sharp nails; they were black and hard, nearly like obsidian. Everywhere I looked was a reminder of what I had lost; the black nails, the ashen skin, the path ahead; my slitted eyes could see well in the dark.I could even see a plume of distant smoke despite the new moon.That could mean food. But it also meant people, and they tended to have pitchforks and superstitions. I cursed as another growl escaped my gut, and looked again at the smoke. I found.