The New Red Riding Hood (English Version) [COMPLETED]

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I barely heard the noise behind my knees. "The Wolf" had a Dodge Dart of 82, long and powerful, no other car of "The Forest" was producing so much noise. Not so frightened, the cushions were hairy and on the board had a puppy of ornament that moved the head with the swing.

Since the grandmother's party, I found him everywhere. In the parking lot of the bus, in the bakery, when I went for a walk. Or our schedules had begun to coincide mysteriously, or he was following me. I did everything possible to ignore him: I greeted him dryly and went on my way.

He caught up with me and slowed down. "The Wolf" leaned his arm in the window. What do you say? He greeted me. How's it going? Wilson, I told him as unpleasant as I could. But I found myself glancing at his goat's arm. Where is she going so lonely? The jeans were tightening, bulging. To where my grandmother, I stammered frankly. The hand, closed on the shift lever, was powerful and gnarled. The beard is hard. The mouth, thick.

And those green eyes

He had noticed the zeal in my eyes, he laughed. I take it ?, he asked me all convinced. No, I told him, and I veered quickly through an alley in "The Forest" which, although it would make the route longer, only admitted pedestrians.

"The Wolf" accelerated by stinging