Thanks for reading; it's my first! I just realized the Viking has popped my writing cherry. Sigh, there's only one first time ;) Anyways, you know the drill. Charlaine owns the characters and stories. I'm just playing with em.

Chapter Four

I couldn't help myself but to be excited. I would have to chill out a bit while I threw some clothes on and fixed my hair, or Eric was gonna hop in

the vette and head this.........bbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrzzzzz. Jesus, I about jumped a mile high when my phone started buzzing. I hadn't even got

up off the swing yet. I looked at the glowing caller ID-shit, Eric just texted me. That was fast. He hasn't contacted me nor I him for a couple of

months, so it startled me that I hadn't had time to come up with something to tell him if he did call. He's probably going to ask me what's up, I know

it. I opened the message, and sure enough, there was a short message. It simply said, "hi. what is my lover doing tonight? I felt you just now. ?"

Shit...Pam would know what to tell him. If I delayed that would look funny. I needed to get ready, so I texted him something that I would have

sent him up until tonight, "busy with Tara, can't talk now. If it's important I'll call you tomorrow night". I let him think it was girl stuff that I was all

happy about, while simultaneously giving him the usual brush-off. If I would have been nice and polite, his "bullshit meter" would have went off.

He has a really good one, too. I grabbed my glass and went inside, running down the hall to my room. I had to grab something to wear, throw

myself together a bit, and get my ass on the road. I threw on a pair of jeans that fit snugly, but tastefully, and a low cut black shirt. I didn't want

to dress up, but I did want him to see my great cleavage. I know he'll notice, too. I grabbed my black flats, and slid into them on the way into the

bathroom. Ten minutes later, I was smelling good and looking like I never went to bed earlier tonight. I ran down the hall, grabbing my phone,

my keys, and my purse. I opened the door, and flew down the steps. I hopped in my Malibu, and headed for Fangtasia.