Finding out that Peter had been alive all these years, hadn't made the difference in Vicki's life as she thought something as enlightening as that wo...ld have. Her being a werewolf now, had something to do with it, but not everything. Over the many decades that had passed since their 'deaths', much had changed in both of their lives. Peter seemed the same to her, mostly because once someone became a vampire, they no longer aged and they also retained most of the same looks and some of. That rainy day was today. The Rams were playing and as usual sucking. I had two buddies over watching the game and at halftime the 49ers we beating us by almost thirty points. We had had about four beers apiece and were feeling a little bullet proof. I decided that I was going to spice up our Sunday afternoon of football. Tracy was hanging out downstairs and I approached her with an idea. “No way,” she said. But I pulled out my ace, “I have five dares that say you have to, babe.” I knew. Peter was played by a beautiful girl with long perfect legs. So I had to be Wendy and she called me Wendy for a few months, then forgot about it. I never forgot.So I published the poem under the pen-name Wendy and sent him an email asking him to keep in touch, and let me know how things were going. And send some more poems!I heard nothing more.A year or so later, a reader asked me about "Wendy". My curiosity was piqued. I asked a friend of mind, a computer whizz, if he could find the home. To think.‘Are we going to do this? Am I just mistaken Oh no! What if I’m mistaken?’ The thoughts ran wild in my head.Emma returned to the lounge and handed me my wine glass. I put it on the table next to me. Emma took a big swig of hers."So where were we?" smiled Emma. "Ah yes. I was about to kiss you."Again, I froze in fright. My heart almost stopped as she leaned in and kissed my lips. So soft, so tender, her tongue danced inside my mouth and her lips wandered around mine. Her hand cupped my.