The Luna's Yellow Dress

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hout an accident. This gives me enough time to notice a woman hurrying down the road, shivering

ng my steering in excitement. A

eld, I can see her bulbous buttocks jiggling as she hurries along. The rain has glued her gown to her body and I reckon she's got the outline of a sexy fish. Or, on a second thought, the outline of a ripe pear. It is unclear what such beauty is doing

n my accelerator until I am

hell off, Drake." Truthfully, I am about making the biggest mistake of my life because Celi

e? I could become rich, get favored for helping the Luna! Or I could become dead, get the alpha pis

ilable before me, I

dows. The moment I'm about reversing my car, Celine, who's now probably acutely aware that someone may've

and she's staring

ing that I'm not a serial killer or something. And that I've been stupid so far. And that, see, ne

ly speaking, the ca

My dad was invited once to attend a meeting at the palace when I was nine. He returned home at dusk v

e or my household to that palace ever again,

decide to reverse my ca

he passenger side and tries forcing the door open. My car is rickety. The outer door handle won't giv

ally jumps

he people she could choose, the Luna is here with me. In my car. She and I. Alone. Her scent wastes no time filling up everywhere. She

asks without looking up, bending

ull out a penknife from nowhere and stab her on the back. This is how they train palace women? To be this regal and bold? To

etness is totally okay. Although, truthfully speaking, if they hadn't been made from leather, who cares? They could as well be made from an absorbent that collects every drop of water off her body. I want Celine to wet my

bed her eyelashes into tiny distinct collections. I realize I am stupidly engrossed, now noticing how her earth-b

following me,

njustly accused. "I only

authoritatively at me. "It felt like you were trying to

th your origination and your destination, so that one day a hired killer doesn

my lips before opening them to talk. She has a theory to explain it: It's something your body does while your brain gets busy cooking up something

asks. "Children? You

g momentarily to process w

s. "Now drive m

f. I clear off a big lump from my

t under

tly, making patient hand gesture

Take me there, to your place, until the rain subsides

fates: It's either I'm about to get laid, or my house is about

okay, so why are w

put my car's gear on

f my apartment within a block of flats. What will my neigh

en from the inside. She does and a torrent of rain rushes into the car at her like crazy. I cover her up with my larger frame an

ely not from the cold, I admit to myself. You're shaking from anxiety, Drake. Shame on you. She isn't going to eat you. She isn't Dracula

nd Celine rushe

wetness

's

, dear universe,

wing stray raindrops beat my back. Fate is about to