Hidden Creature, Bit II

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    I nervously rapped my knuckles on the door.  Sara opened it; she was dressed as a vampire.  A hot vampire.  I should have said something but my tongue was suddenly very thick.  I may have stammered something.  I’m not really sure.

    Sara looked me up and down appraisingly and then peered over my shoulder and stuck her head out the door looking both ways, “Are you alone?”  For a blonde goddess she wasn’t real sharp.

    “Yeah,” I squeaked.  I have this problem around women, that’s why I thought maybe I could survive a costume party.  I was desperate to talk with Jen and not look like the dweeb she probably thinks I am.  Well, that I am.  After 30 seconds I was having doubts about surviving.

    “Well Mr. Creature from the Black Lagoon, come in.  There is an IPA on tap in the kitchen, beers in the fridge and assorted hard stuff on the table.  You can help yourself or I’ll get you your first, then you’re on your own.”

    “IPA please,” I managed to mutter through the rubber lips.  I was having second thoughts about this costume, it was hard to walk with the big flipper feet and it was getting very warm inside.  The apartment was crowded and I couldn’t see well enough to avoid walking into people.  Evidently I stepped on Snow White’s foot.  Al Capone told me.

    Sara handed me a glass, “Here you go Creature, have fun.”  I had to use both hands to hold the red plastic cup.

    It hadn’t occurred to me that I couldn’t drink with the rubber head on, but if I took it off I would never be able to talk to anyone.  I could play shortstop in front of 30,000 people and not even flinch, as long as they were all male, but talk to women, talk to Jen?  Man it was getting warm in the rubber suit.  I tried to melt into the wall.  I didn’t see Jen anywhere.

    My apartment was below Jen and Sara’s, I had admired them from afar until one night when they had stumbled into my apartment plastered.  I‘d let them spend the night and by way of repayment they had invited me to their costume party.  I figured I could do that.  I was wrong.

    A nun and priest walked by, they were very friendly with each other.  I needed out, out of the costume, out the apartment, and preferably out of the country.  I started toward the door and bumped into a very creative woman dressed as a jellyfish.  Who would have thought a jellyfish could be erotic?  Then I tripped over George of the Jungle.

    I watched as my IPA flew from my feeble grasp and doused the fire between the priest and nun.  Then I was laying face down looking at the carpet.  Before I knew what was happening Sara was helping me off the floor, “Gee Creature, maybe if you took the head off you could manage things a bit easier?”

    “Ah, thanks,” I mumbled, “think I’ll just call it a night.”  I lifted the mask so I could see a bit better and headed for the door.

    Safely back in my apartment I mentally kicked myself around the room.  What had I been thinking?  People and I just don’t mix.  I threw the head on the couch and peeled the rubber suit off.  The doorbell rang.  I didn’t have any candy but I did have half a frozen pizza left, I grabbed it for the kids looking for treats at my door.

    I opened the door, the Statue of Liberty standing there.  Jen made a very sexy Statue of Liberty.

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