Satin - February 18, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "satin". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Satin - Squiddy Geiger - February 18, 2012

Yannick snickered. The boy had been here five minutes and already he'd made a fool of himself, making statements that were easily refuted as nonsense, and telling jokes more suited to grade school. The boy had been soundly chastised, and was now sitting alone in the corner. Easier pickings, later.

Yannick stood, and called the meeting to order. He took the roll call and was pleased to see fewer than 10% of the members were missing. The minutes were read, the agenda was given, and several items added to it. His mind drifted. It was so much drivel and after this long, he could lead the meeting while his mind was occupied with much more important things. Like how he and Satin were going to have fun with the boy, later.

Satin, such a wonderful girl. His companion. She'd been with him far longer than any of the others had been. Most died quickly and violently, defending him when they were discovered, that he might get away. Satin was different. She was smarter. They'd never been discovered; they'd traveled at will. It had been a fateful day when he'd turned her. He smiled, then hid it quickly, realizing it didn't quite fit the mood of the meeting. Careful, old man, he thought to himself.

At last the meeting was over, and the members milled about, discussing trivia over beer or pop paid for by the slush fund. If these men, knew. If he were discovered by this Catholic mens group he was part of. Delicious. It had been Satin's idea to hide in plain sight. And they were careful never to dine on the members or their families

The boy would be an exception. He was a new arrival and had no family here. He was a student. An easy target, who would miss him. Satin had picked him out herself. She would intercept him on his way home. He didn't have a car, so he would be walking. After dinner, ravenous lovemaking would end the glorious night. He couldn't wait to get home, but as leader, he was always last to leave.

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