”Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then thought, why not? She answered that yes, she would love a drink. Pr...vately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found she didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in. You’ve already gotten ready for bed and are in your sleeping clothes, a tee-shirt and panties. You are alone in the house with your two sons at work and with friends for the night. You take the ring box out of your purse and open it.You think the ring is still lovely but don’t believe for a second the story the old woman told you. You are standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom when you slip it on your finger, looking at your reflection and how it looks on your hand. You notice the. I stared at her. "Sorry" she said. "Where were you?" I asked her."Just in front of you. Behind that bush." Oh right" I stared at her and then at the bush. I coudn't see through it. I looked back at her. "How many of you are there?" Just two" She replies. She has a look of rebellion about her and wants to have a go at me. "I am so sorry for disturbing you." I turn to walk back to the car. "Wait!" she says. I turn to look at her. "You weren't disturbing us. Would you like to meet my friend?" Her. Work had been a long, miserable grind of one emergency after another. What he really wanted, more than anything, was a quiet night in front of the fire. A beer, his favorite book, a warm, glowing fire; yes, that was exactly what he wanted. He knew it was a lost cause. Tonight was Halloween.He opened his front door and stepped into his small, cozy house. He had worked hard to restore the Craftsman-style bungalow to its original beauty and he took quiet satisfaction in his accomplishment..