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From A Perfect Match, chapter 10, "Sparkling Wine and Lemon Fizz":
"Someone's watching us, Carl. I can feel it. Can you see who it is?"
He took his glasses off, peered through them, cleaned them, peered again, put them back on and then took another sip from his flute glass. He finally replied "Tall, thin guy in a charcoal suit. He's wearing a wolf mask." I had to admire the maneuver; Carl had studied the man in detail without once seeming to look at anyone in particular. I made a mental note to get a pair of fake glasses for my next stakeout.
I swigged down my third glass of bubbly, got up and smiled. "Care to dance?"
The song was totally wrong for us, which made it just right. It was a romantic number, meant for snuggling up. Neither of us was interested in the other that way, but the slow turns allowed us both to study the place.
The man watching us was something over six feet tall. The wolf mask covered the upper part of his face, and shadowed his jaw so I couldn't really tell what he might look like. The suit was understatedly expensive; Carl thought it was either an Ermenegildo Zegna or an Armani. He wore no tie, and the barely-lilac shirt had the top two buttons open, so we could tell he was Caucasian. I noticed a few women giving him speculative glances. He was attractive-looking in that suit.
Did the face match the body? Or was the mask hiding not a charmer but a threat?
Carl and I whispered out a plan. After the song ended we went our separate ways across the lobby to see which of us would be followed by our lupine watcher. The other would discreetly trail the wolf-masked man.
The band started playing again, this time something with a good beat to it. It made things even more interesting.
AOOOOOOO!
Who's that I see walking in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood!
As I started up one staircase I could see Carl wasn't being followed. That meant that either I was the target, or the Wolf – as I was thinking of him – had simply been giving the eye to a hot girl in a see-through dress. The first option was worrying to the Special Agent; the second, extremely flattering to my newly-girly self.
Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good!
You're everything
That a Big Bad Wolf could want.
A small hand signal from Carl told me he was moving in my direction... I wondered why I was the Wolf's selection. Was he just an ordinary man wanting to hit on me? Or was he one of 'Azrael' Cardones' men, assigned to carry out a hit against me?
Little Red Riding Hood,
I don't think even big girls should
Go walking in
These spooky old woods alone...
He was tall, slim, almost certainly dangerous, and definitely following me. He wasn't even trying to pretend otherwise.
"Oh, it's on, now," I muttered to myself. The chase had begun, and I felt the thrill of being both hunter and hunted.
The music was making things even more fun, and I wondered at the Universe's sense of irony. If I had kept the cloak on I would have sworn I was in a scene right out of a movie.
What big eyes you have!
The kind that likes to drive wolves mad,
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think that I should walk with you for a way...
I got to the top of the stairs and peeked behind me. The Wolf was several steps down so I started to walk across the upper floor. It wasn't that easy, since there were quite a few people up there. Roger Doofenshmirtz and Major Monogram were in the crowd but didn't recognize me. Several men tried to get closer to me, but I still managed to weave my way through to the other stairway and head down.
What full lips you have!
You're sure to lure someone bad,
So until you get to Grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe...
I looked again and saw he was only halfway across the mezzanine. I gave the Wolf a sweet smile and blew a kiss in his direction before stepping lithely down. More whistles and cat-calls followed me.
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Till I'm sure you've been shown
That I can be trusted
Walking with you alone...
I realized with worry that I had miscalculated the Wolf's speed. He was right behind me and I couldn't risk a fight with so many bystanders around. My mouth went dry, heart hammering inside my chest.
Little Red Riding Hood,
I'd like to hold you if I could,
But you might think
I'm a Big Bad Wolf, so I won't.
He was suddenly next to me, his hand on the bared-down-to-there saddle of my back guiding me. The unexpected, daring intimacy of the contact sent an electric tingle up my spine.
He knew exactly where he was leading me. As long as it was away from the crowd I would go along with him – for now.
What a big heart I have,
The better to love you with
Little Red Riding Hood,
Even bad wolves can be good!
We made it to the bottom of the stairs and turned to the side hall. There were few people there, but he made sure nobody was watching before unceremoniously shoving me into a coat closet.
I try to be satisfied
Just to walk close by your side;
Maybe you'll see things my way
Before we get to Grandma's place?
It was too dark to see much – not that I needed to, even with my excellent night vision. I had a man's strong, rangy, virile body pressing me against the wall, and there was no mistaking this Wolf's intentions for me.
Hey, Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good!
You're everything
That a Big Bad Wolf could want.
I pushed him back, grabbed his lapels and spun us both around, slamming his back against the wall.
"Someone's watching us, Carl. I can feel it. Can you see who it is?"
He took his glasses off, peered through them, cleaned them, peered again, put them back on and then took another sip from his flute glass. He finally replied "Tall, thin guy in a charcoal suit. He's wearing a wolf mask." I had to admire the maneuver; Carl had studied the man in detail without once seeming to look at anyone in particular. I made a mental note to get a pair of fake glasses for my next stakeout.
I swigged down my third glass of bubbly, got up and smiled. "Care to dance?"
The song was totally wrong for us, which made it just right. It was a romantic number, meant for snuggling up. Neither of us was interested in the other that way, but the slow turns allowed us both to study the place.
The man watching us was something over six feet tall. The wolf mask covered the upper part of his face, and shadowed his jaw so I couldn't really tell what he might look like. The suit was understatedly expensive; Carl thought it was either an Ermenegildo Zegna or an Armani. He wore no tie, and the barely-lilac shirt had the top two buttons open, so we could tell he was Caucasian. I noticed a few women giving him speculative glances. He was attractive-looking in that suit.
Did the face match the body? Or was the mask hiding not a charmer but a threat?
Carl and I whispered out a plan. After the song ended we went our separate ways across the lobby to see which of us would be followed by our lupine watcher. The other would discreetly trail the wolf-masked man.
The band started playing again, this time something with a good beat to it. It made things even more interesting.
AOOOOOOO!
Who's that I see walking in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood!
As I started up one staircase I could see Carl wasn't being followed. That meant that either I was the target, or the Wolf – as I was thinking of him – had simply been giving the eye to a hot girl in a see-through dress. The first option was worrying to the Special Agent; the second, extremely flattering to my newly-girly self.
Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good!
You're everything
That a Big Bad Wolf could want.
A small hand signal from Carl told me he was moving in my direction... I wondered why I was the Wolf's selection. Was he just an ordinary man wanting to hit on me? Or was he one of 'Azrael' Cardones' men, assigned to carry out a hit against me?
Little Red Riding Hood,
I don't think even big girls should
Go walking in
These spooky old woods alone...
He was tall, slim, almost certainly dangerous, and definitely following me. He wasn't even trying to pretend otherwise.
"Oh, it's on, now," I muttered to myself. The chase had begun, and I felt the thrill of being both hunter and hunted.
The music was making things even more fun, and I wondered at the Universe's sense of irony. If I had kept the cloak on I would have sworn I was in a scene right out of a movie.
What big eyes you have!
The kind that likes to drive wolves mad,
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think that I should walk with you for a way...
I got to the top of the stairs and peeked behind me. The Wolf was several steps down so I started to walk across the upper floor. It wasn't that easy, since there were quite a few people up there. Roger Doofenshmirtz and Major Monogram were in the crowd but didn't recognize me. Several men tried to get closer to me, but I still managed to weave my way through to the other stairway and head down.
What full lips you have!
You're sure to lure someone bad,
So until you get to Grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe...
I looked again and saw he was only halfway across the mezzanine. I gave the Wolf a sweet smile and blew a kiss in his direction before stepping lithely down. More whistles and cat-calls followed me.
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Till I'm sure you've been shown
That I can be trusted
Walking with you alone...
I realized with worry that I had miscalculated the Wolf's speed. He was right behind me and I couldn't risk a fight with so many bystanders around. My mouth went dry, heart hammering inside my chest.
Little Red Riding Hood,
I'd like to hold you if I could,
But you might think
I'm a Big Bad Wolf, so I won't.
He was suddenly next to me, his hand on the bared-down-to-there saddle of my back guiding me. The unexpected, daring intimacy of the contact sent an electric tingle up my spine.
He knew exactly where he was leading me. As long as it was away from the crowd I would go along with him – for now.
What a big heart I have,
The better to love you with
Little Red Riding Hood,
Even bad wolves can be good!
We made it to the bottom of the stairs and turned to the side hall. There were few people there, but he made sure nobody was watching before unceremoniously shoving me into a coat closet.
I try to be satisfied
Just to walk close by your side;
Maybe you'll see things my way
Before we get to Grandma's place?
It was too dark to see much – not that I needed to, even with my excellent night vision. I had a man's strong, rangy, virile body pressing me against the wall, and there was no mistaking this Wolf's intentions for me.
Hey, Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good!
You're everything
That a Big Bad Wolf could want.
I pushed him back, grabbed his lapels and spun us both around, slamming his back against the wall.
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An excerpt from my fanfic A Perfect Match, posted on fanfiction.net
The narrator is Perry, whose mind has been copied into a human female body.
The narrator is Perry, whose mind has been copied into a human female body.
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Too cute