It's a Service, Really (On Hold)

It's a Service, Really (On Hold)

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"Is that what you do for your job?" he asked, confused at what I was trying to tell him. "It's a service really," I corrected. I hated it when people tried to make that distinction. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm still not understanding, though." The nitwit. It's not that hard. "I go on blind dates. For money." He continued to gaze straight into me, his electric blues still not comprehending. Do I really need to clarify further? "I run a website, offering blind dates for people when they're lonely. They plug in a couple traits they want and I become that person. The computer chugs out what they need and I comply." "Why?" I mentally slapped myself. It wasn't that difficult. ~ Coming from the writer of Midnight, When the Wolves Come Out; Lust; Under the Surface; Death Doesn't Due Us Part; You May Know Me As... and more. I've decided to try my hand at some first person POV and some romance/humor/teenish fiction. Hope we all like it! Show your support with voting and commenting as this is entered into the 2016 Watty Awards (I haven't entered anything for 3-4 years!!! ). -gymnast17 Note: This is not about an "escort service."
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The banging starts again but this time a lot louder. I can hear the girls screaming up stairs. I pick up my phone and dial 911. "Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?" "There are a bunch of wolves outside my house. I think they have rabies or something I'm not sure." The banging gets louder and I can feel my face getting wet from the tears. "Mamm did you say wolves are there?" "Yes Yes there are wolves about 10 of them out here in my front yard. I need help!" I hang up the phone and sit on the end of the stair case. I close my eyes and start praying. Something I haven't done in a while. "I have faith, there is a god. I have faith, there is a god, I have faith, there is a god." I repeat over and over. The glass breaks and I start screaming. I stand up and try to scramble up the stairs. The door comes falling down and there are about 10 wolves standing in front of my door. A woman emerges and walks toward me. She snaps her fingers and the pretty brown wolf is in front of me. Right there by my face. "Ridanna you know what to do." Her teeth is wrapped around my neck and she sinks them in. I try to scream but it's hard to. At first it hurts but now the pain no longer exists. I feel like there is no such thing as pain and I feel light as if I can float off the Earth. Fine as hell white boy with a pro-black activist fall for each other. Cherise Miss Activist doesn't want to date Zaire the fine as hell white boy not for his race but for his secrets. What if he had a past he didn't tell you about and the only way you found out is because the past came to kill you? And I'm not talking werewolves and vampires. Cherise would only wish for problems for they would be so simple compared to hers and Zaire's. If any woman found out Zaire's secrets they'd take off running to the nearest police station or they end up in a body bag in the end. Depends....which will come first?

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