~11~
"We'll worry about that if we get there," Mike hedged as he guided Bella toward a chair. She sat, avoiding his overly-large hands. The guy looked like the Rock Biter from The Neverending Story. Though that old wives tale about big hands and other appendages wasn't true in his case.
"They owe me, so you're a shoe in," he whispered moistly in her ear.
"Gross," Bella mouthed silently as she covertly wiped her face with her sleeve.
"While Mick is correct," Esme said with a grimace, "we feel you bring a breath of fresh air."
A loud fart broke the silence.
A/N:Oh no! Who farted?
That question falls to Crinkle Cut to answer.
mwah!
Momma Russett/KK