Creeper looked upon her, a disgusting white canvas in need of an artisans brush. ‘Are you ready Aileen?’ the Creeper asked a growing smirk upon hi... dirty face. Aileen was frightened of the needles but not the man who held them. She tried to not let her shivers reach the outside surface of her body. She handed over her hard worked sketch of the marks that would become a permanent part of her body. The Creeper smiled a smile so sinister that the worms passing over a grave would curl into a ball. I open it and I nearly choke on my beer, coughing and spluttering over the table, one of my friends patting me on the back asking if I was okay; I nod my head, choking out a “yes” but move from the table to get some fresh air. Once outside, I pull my phone back out of my pocket and open your message again.You sent me a selfie of you on our bed; your head's not in it but I can tell it’s you from the tattoo on your hip. You’re wearing the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen: a red with black lace. Oh well, one sip would probably send Shrimp scurrying across the kitchen to wash her tongue under the faucet, a small amount wouldn’t do her any harm. He drank from his glass, downing the amber liquid within until scarcely a mouthful remained, then slid it across the table towards Shrimp. The alien examined it, tapping the glass with a sharp claw, then lifted it to her lips and took a sip.To Schaffer’s surprise she didn’t spit it out, closing her eyes and hissing at the unpleasant taste, the. I was just ducking out of the wind to warm up for a minute. I thought this end of the beach was empty today."The woman immediately said, "No problem, we've been here for over an hour and you're the first person to come by. We just figured that the breeze was keeping everyone at the other end".I laughed and said, "Yeah, not many people here today and they all seem content to hug the warmth of the cliff. I just always get restless. It's sort of nice when the beach is quiet like this." I laughed.