"Damn." He swore. The sound of the imaginary wolf was back at his imaginary door.Still, it might be cleaned up and pawned for something. Just because ...t wasn't made of gold doesn't mean it wasn't an antique, it did look old, but Dennis was no expert on these things.Taking his find up to the edge of the beach, he sat under a palm tree and began cleaning it up with his shirttail.Immediately he was choked by a dense blue smoke that came from out of nowhere. Dropping the lamp to the ground, he ran. I knew that this wasn’t going to be good. I walked down the driveway to the house scared shitless of the conversation that was about to follow. “ Where have you been?” my brother asked as he was outside of the house waiting for me to come home. “ I was at the store” I snapped back. “The store closed at 7:00 it is now 8:30.” he smiled. “ I got busy talking to Roy” I said. “ Roy? He is like 19 isn’t he? Why would he want to talk to …..” He then suddenly quit talking. He realized in a moment what. ” Marjorie quickly mentioned upon it dawning on her. Mark had slipped his leg over the gigantic machine and sat himself down already. A hand reached out and took Marjorie’s own. His rough, coarse fingers smoothly ran along her palm. “Don’t worry. You can ride with me.” Mark said.Marjorie accepted the hand graciously, dexterously lifting her leg to put it over the mammothian bike. Her weight didn’t even phase the bikes position, not at all. Only when Mark rested his own butt upon the bike did it. I hope you don't mind me bothering you." No trouble at all Michelle, I enjoy the company of a beautiful woman."Michelle laughed, "You're such a flirt! But, I appreciate you trying to make an old woman feel good."I got up and went for another beer, "Would you like a refill?" No, I'm fine."I felt like her eyes were on me as I turned my back and walked over to *********** a different brand of beer. I came back and sat down as she got up.Michelle walked over to the big rectangle of the sliding.