She broke into a beautiful smile and scooted closer. He put his arm around her and she snuggled even closer, turning her chest toward him and laying h...r hand on his chest as sher cheek rested against his shoulder. She was trembling, and she felt so small under his arm. Her slender body, only five feet tall, was half his size. She looked up at him with those amazing eyes, and his heart melted.Touching her chin with his fingers, he angled her face up a fraction more and bent to kiss her. She. He decided to ignore them for now and then opened thelocker at the end of the row. Putting a high-heeled foot inside, he steppedup on a shelf and raised his short female frame to see some rivets. Thetiny bolts had been broken. His long red painted fingernails tapped at themetal. He pushed the loose sheet about and wedged it free.Hidden inside the mouse-sized crawl space was another Bunny costume wrappedin a drycleaner bag. He pulled it out: a Playboy Bunny costume done in acolorful modern. .it seemed as though it had onlybeen a few short minutes since I had been in the men's room, my skirtsfortunately hoisted high...And then, alas, the parade ended. For the Southern Belles, anyway.Behind us the bands were still playing and the floats presumably stillrolling past the spectators, but as we went under the traffic light atthe intersection of 20th and Main, Gretchen was standing in front of thepolice cars blocking the end of the parade route, frantically waving herarms, directing us. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and the thick fence on its left.It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old thing is rickety, held together with tape and prayers by this point, but it does the job as you point it at the creature’s head and fire.Bang. Bang. Fuck, still moving. Bang.The third shot finally stills the damn thing and it slumps, a furious look still etched.