Fleece.
As the color of leaves changed, as usual this time of year, the adults started preparing for that frightful evening where little monsters would set sight upon their humble abodes to harass and plunder. Harriet Lamb sighed as she helped her husband carry down the Halloween decorations from their attic, five large boxes in all. Their neighbors had already started on their houses, and she didn't want them to gossip about her again. Who could've known that being a little late decking out your house would have caused such a ruckus? Didn't she care about traditions? What was wrong with her family?
They were newcomers to the town back then and had made a bad first impression, but it would be different this year! They would adapt and show people that they weren't different! She smiled ruefully. Yes, she was good at adapting. Born Harriet Rue, the oldest of three siblings, she married the man of her dreams fifteen years ago and took his name. He was her soulmate, and they had more in common than they didn't. He was a man that could roll with the punches, and just like her, he was quick to adapt and always ready to try new things. His own family, immigrants just like hers, had been part of the early settlers that had arrived in America. Back then, they had been known as Laham, but as with so many other Jews, they had changed their surname to fit in.
"You're not planning to just sit there while me and your dad do all the work, are you lambchop?" Harriet put the box of Halloween decorations down on the kitchen table with a heavy thump. Chloé looked up from the comic she was reading and gave her a bewildered look. The young girl apparently had expected that she would have to help out, and she seemed lost at what to do now. Harriet sighed again. Chloé was such an awkward kid. Their daughter had plenty of friends now, but that was only because she and her husband had laid the groundwork first and befriended the parents of those kids. Why was that girl unable to do even something simple like that? So unlike her mom and dad, Chloé simply wasn't able to read a room and adapt.
"Here, you can start with this box while I help your dad bring down more." She told the little girl and left. Poor, unfortunate little Chloé and her equally unfortunate little friends. A child that did not help out was a child that would be without. So all the little monsters were doing as they were told, doing their chores. Yes, it was a sight to behold. But where one story begins, another one ends. This time of year was a time of festivity, a time of lament. October, November, not far from December, little monsters descend, and none come from heaven.
It was in the middle of the month—no, a little later in fact. Halloween was on the doorstep, but before that was National Nut Day. What did it celebrate? John wasn't really sure, but it was as good an excuse as any to party. More than a little drunk, he had followed this smoking hot girl into one of the bedrooms of the large house they gathered in. The music outside was loud, but all he could hear was her voice as she told him to undress. What was her name again? Maeve? Theresa? No, she had definitely said it was Bella. Right? His underwear soon joined his pants and the rest of his clothes on the floor.
"Why don't you remove that costume and come suck on these nuts, Bella?" In his drunken haze, he was sure that he finally understood what this holiday was all about. The young woman just giggled and started taking off her sexy goth lolita outfit. As she came closer, her dress dropped to the floor, soon joined by her underwear and then her skin.
Fleece. As the color of leaves changed, as usual this time of year, the adults started preparing for that frightful evening where little monsters would set sight upon their humble abodes to harass and plunder. Harriet Lamb sighed as she helped her husband carry down the Halloween decorations from their attic, five large boxes in all. Their neighbors had already started on their houses, and she didn't want them to gossip about her again. Who could've known that being a little late decking out your house would have caused such a ruckus? Didn't she care about traditions? What was wrong with her family? They were newcomers to the town back then and had made a bad first impression, but it would be different this year! They would adapt and show people that they weren't different! She smiled ruefully. Yes, she was good at adapting. Born Harriet Rue, the oldest of three siblings, she married the man of her dreams fifteen years ago and took his name. He was her soulmate, and they had more in common than they didn't. He was a man that could roll with the punches, and just like her, he was quick to adapt and always ready to try new things. His own family, immigrants just like hers, had been part of the early settlers that had arrived in America. Back then, they had been known as Laham, but as with so many other Jews, they had changed their surname to fit in. "You're not planning to just sit there while me and your dad do all the work, are you lambchop?" Harriet put the box of Halloween decorations down on the kitchen table with a heavy thump. Chloé looked up from the comic she was reading and gave her a bewildered look. The young girl apparently had expected that she would have to help out, and she seemed lost at what to do now. Harriet sighed again. Chloé was such an awkward kid. Their daughter had plenty of friends now, but that was only because she and her husband had laid the groundwork first and befriended the parents of those kids. Why was that girl unable to do even something simple like that? So unlike her mom and dad, Chloé simply wasn't able to read a room and adapt. "Here, you can start with this box while I help your dad bring down more." She told the little girl and left. Poor, unfortunate little Chloé and her equally unfortunate little friends. A child that did not help out was a child that would be without. So all the little monsters were doing as they were told, doing their chores. Yes, it was a sight to behold. But where one story begins, another one ends. This time of year was a time of festivity, a time of lament. October, November, not far from December, little monsters descend, and none come from heaven. It was in the middle of the month—no, a little later in fact. Halloween was on the doorstep, but before that was National Nut Day. What did it celebrate? John wasn't really sure, but it was as good an excuse as any to party. More than a little drunk, he had followed this smoking hot girl into one of the bedrooms of the large house they gathered in. The music outside was loud, but all he could hear was her voice as she told him to undress. What was her name again? Maeve? Theresa? No, she had definitely said it was Bella. Right? His underwear soon joined his pants and the rest of his clothes on the floor. "Why don't you remove that costume and come suck on these nuts, Bella?" In his drunken haze, he was sure that he finally understood what this holiday was all about. The young woman just giggled and started taking off her sexy goth lolita outfit. As she came closer, her dress dropped to the floor, soon joined by her underwear and then her skin.