“Bye sweetie thanks for the ride” I simpered “Can I have your number?” “Find me again and you can, here’s a clue I ride your bus every m...rning” and giggled and walked off down the road to meet my best friend, my wingman if you like. Becky was still a virgin as well and no interest in changing this fact, an excellent person to take out with me, she would keep me out of trouble but not interfere. After making our way around several pubs, and many lewd comments, later I had drunk enough to make. Pulling on some jeans, and socks I grabbed my shoes. I put my hair up and applied just a little make-up to my face. Heading down stairs I saw Jackson talking to my mom. "Hey." Jackson smiled when he saw me, and I felt a smile growing on my lips too."Hey, ready to go?" He asked."Yeah." Jackson took my hand and we walked to his car together. He opened my door for me, and then got in. Starting the car we head toward our secret hang out. It's our place, and we hang out there every chance we. She accepted the tea from him and then balanced it on her knee. She watched, with a twinkle in her eye, as Charles attempted to back up to the couch and get seated without exposing anything.The old woman took a sip of her tea and crooned, "Ah, I so love a good cup of Earl Grey Tea in the morning. I know that some people like English Breakfast Tea more, but I don't."Charles stared at her in disbelief, unable to fathom why she would come up here and babble about teas. He was beginning to doubt if. I suspect that is hyperbole but still don't want to take census there. It is also rumored that even in the densest fog a creature's red eyes can be seen glaring thru the mist, never blinking, never looking away. Locked onto anyone foolhardy enough to trespass in its domain. I'm Lucille McGillicutty. Lucy to friends. 'Loose' to even better friends. I came to the Emerald Isle on vacation. Being a huge movie buff, especially the vintage Universal Studio classics, I heard folk tales of werewolves.