Halloween Tale: Monsters Are RealBy TroyMonsters are real and I know it. How do I know it? Well that's easy.My friends and I are monsters. How did we ...et this way? It's a long story, but I'll tell you how it happened.There were six of us that night. Angel, Bill, Alec, John, Rena (who I always liked teasing about what I considered a girlish name), and myself had been told by our parents to go trick-or-treating for our siblings. Seems they were a little paranoid about their little darlings. A second hand joined at the point being place to the round of me ass, it was cold in contrast but they equaled out quickly. I let out a big snort then repositioned my body making myself more accessible to their now roaming hands. As my nippple were being well attended I found myself with less attention, the reason quickly came as I heard Betty’s squabbling whisper asking what are you doing, get that thing away from me! Ben quibbles back its so hard it hurts. Fine then, put it between my legs. "Yeah, from other men maybe, come this way, my bathrooms upstairs," insulted Mother before leading the way.I become confused, was Mrs Leighton expecting me to act on her offer? Was she going to tell Mother what had been going on; and why were they going to the bathroom?I had resisted going into the attic to spy on Mother in the bath, but this situation forced my arm. I had to know what was being said about me so I could be ready with a defensive strategy against them.I sneaked upstairs and. "Do you have any plans for today your Grace?" she asked, this time without a trace of humour at using Jamie's title."Now don't you start with that!" Jamie replied, giving her a scowl."Your Grace, you're going to have to get used to it. You are the King of Scots and pretty soon the numbers of subjects you have is going to multiply as the expatriates start to return. I would urge you to take it more seriously and in fact, you should really already be planning what the priorities will be when you.