But he could not resist; what ten-year-old could? Every year was the same. Grandmother Dunkelhaus would shake her finger at him and warn, "Walpurgisnacht, the devil's night—you stay indoors. Devils, witches, ghosts—they come, they get little boys, eat you." Then she would snap together her shiny ...
There was too much of a crowd to grab a table, so they stood close together as the throng jostled around them. "She was wonderful, of course," Chastity added, trying not to stare too much at Damien's handsome face. She had very nearly melted when he caressed her leg during the last act, never eno...