In a Manner of Speaking

Gary walked up to the door and knocked.

The door creaked open. Standing on the threshold was a woman Gary didn’t recognize. She wore a black latex dress that emphasized her colossal breasts. Her waist was narrow and her legs were long and toned. Her most prominent feature though was her eyes. The were the pure black of fresh, hot, tar,

“Well, hello boys.”

Peter looked frightened. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the skull we unearthed went?”

“As a matter a fact I do. I had it.”

William chimed in. “Do you know where it is? We’d like it back.”

She laughed an evil laugh. “Yes, I know where it is. But, you can’t have it back. It crumbled to dust when I absorbed its powers.”

Peter looked excited. “Oh, can you settle a bet? Was it a demon skull or an elf?”

Erin cackled, then pointed at Peter. A giant puff of smoke surrounded him. When it cleared there was a purple house cat where he had been.

Gary began back up slowly. William seemed petrified.

Erin pointed at him. A puff of smoke surrounded him as well. A breeze cleared away the smoke, leaving only a green cat behind.

“I should be going. I’m rather allergic to cats and…”

“You interest me. You’re not like the others.”

“I suppose not.”

“Unless you want to join your friends for a saucer of milk, I suggest you come inside.”

Gary wondered what Erin wanted from him. After all she had a reputation for **** men. Still she seemed to recognize he was different…