Curious, not sure how I felt about that. Then again, yes I did: I didn’t care. If she or they came around and wanted to buy me lunch I’d eat with ...hem and listen to their lies and then go home.And then, I “was” eating lunch with them, both of the senior Hardys. They’d surprised me at the Pasture; well, they knew where to find me pretty much any time that I wasn’t working, and especially Saturday lunch time.“It’s been a while,” said Grant. I shrugged.“Can’t fault your reasoning,” I said.“In our. It was just that I thought they had been flirting with my wife, and why would they do that with their girlfriends nearby? Perhaps it was true, and they did know Sally from before. I quickly ordered a couple of beers from the bartender and hurried back to the booth, carrying the bottles low in front of me to hide my erection."I didn't realise those two guys were with their girlfriends," I said to Sally as I sat down opposite her."Are they? I didn't see any women in here apart from those two. You’re body’s a host, but your mind, and soul is gone. At least you’re dead. …but that’s the point. They always die, or turn into something worse than death. That’s exactly what he didn’t want to become. Dead, or something worse. Freddy held his breath, and stepped over the stairs, past the threshold. _ _ _ _ _ The door did not close shut behind him with a loud slam, or a soft click. It hung on its hinges, wide open as it had before he entered. Outside, the winds were picking up. Freddy. But, even with clothes on, and more than a decade later, Chrissy was still gorgeous. She stood about 5'5" in her black heels, her slim legs accentuated by charcoal stockings underneath a black skirt. Her waist still flared in nicely, and her ample breasts looked delectable inside the tight polo she was wearing.About 34C's, if I remember right, Ed mused.His gaze wandered back up to her face, still framed with a tousled mop of blonde curls, wavier now than when they were in high school. Her blue.