Chapter Seventeen
"Mrs. St. John, are you alright? Here, let's get some hot tea into you and then you can tell us all about it."
At the temporary shelter put up by Mountain Rescue, Beth sipped quietly but knew she'd never be able to tell the true story. Never in a million years. Hmm, seems that's the way when you're around vampires and ah, others. Her breasts were still tender, too. No good for nothing vampire loans me out for fondling. I'll get him. Payback, Mick St. John, just you wait. Oh, well, at least he and Elliott are safe. And just as well that we girls, Simone included, didn't have to cleanup the cabin afterwards. Whew, what a mess. And what was that smell?
Beth looks over at Collie, who's enjoying the attention of all. Even the dog seems to like her although they both kind of keep sniffing at each other. So my red-head has the nose and the gift of likeability. But it was seeing Elliott, grinning just like father, being carried by these huge Vikings that made her smile. At least Beth thought that's what they were although it was hard to tell with all that hair.
They were all running towards her, whistling! and sounding like something a sailor going on shore leave would make. And then they were tearing at her clothing, trying to get at her chest. Miserable vampire didn't lift a finger to help. At least my son, my sweet boy, had a handle on the mayhem and stopped them saying as if to children, "NO. MY MOMMA."
And the big lugs stopped and looked down at their feet in shame.