Page 5 of A Treat For Her Mates

“Yeah, I know,” Jen says.

She follows me into the small kitchen, and I put the bag on the counter.

“So, where’s your costume?” I ask.

She’s wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt.

“This is my costume. I’m going as a suburban mom who gets kidnapped by aliens,” she explains, embarassed.

“But you’re not a mom.”

“That’s why it’s a costume.”

“Jen.” I narrow my eyes at her. “That is not a costume. That is an excuse. Come here.” I grab her by her wrist and start pulling her towards my bedroom.

Ten minutes later she’s wearing a shimmering blue unitard and with glittering blue makeup. I look over her shoulder at her in the mirror.

“Not perfect, but it will do,” I say.

“This is like the best costume I’ve worn in years,” she replies and straightens an antenna.

“If I had a little time I could do more, but it’s fine for a rush job.”

“Thanks Randi.” That’s Jen’s nickname for me. “I forgot to tell you that your costume looks amazing.”

“Thank you! I sewed it myself.” I do a little spin for her.

My costume looks like something out of an old school Star Trek episode. It’s a tight-fitting mini dress with beading that makes it look like tentacles are wrapping around my waist. I’m also wearing glittery blue tights and a light dusting of blue powder that make my complexion look otherworldly. I kind of hate body paint or I would have done it like the Maldivian dudes. But honestly, I can’t imagine how they got it to look so real.

My mouth goes dry just thinking about how yummy they looked and how I get to see them again. That is if they ever show up. We’ll see! I just hope they’re not wandering the streets or swamps lost in the Florida wilderness.

I push the thought to the back of my mind. It’s time for a little pre-gaming and then on to the main event: handing out candy. We head back to the kitchen and Jen removes a bottle of tequila from the bag.

“You ready for the big night?” Jen asks, waving the bottle.

“You know I am.”

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It’s several hours later and my tequila/candy high is fading. The littlest neighborhood kids are already in bed and now it’s mostly tired older kids and teenagers straggling through. I bought so much candy (like a truly ridiculous amount) that I’m happy to give it away to whoever comes. But I can feel the evening winding down, it’s making me kind of sad.

“That’s it. I’m done,” Jenn says, pushing to her feet. About thirty minutes ago we parked some chairs on the lawn, so we didn’t have to keep opening the door. “I’m going to head home. Are you okay by yourself?”

I can see the exhaustion in her eyes. As much as I’d like her to stay, I don't want to be a bother.

“I’ll be fine. Are you good to drive?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Take care Randi.”

“You too. Text me when you get home.”

She nods and heads for her car parked in front of my place. Just as she’s about to drive, two huge figures approach through the fog. I see her do a double take then drive off.

Damn, I’m glad I left the smoke machine on. They kind of look like ghost warriors or avenging angels, or big hot blue aliens coming to take me away. My stomach does a big flip as they get close. They’re even more magnificent than I remembered. Huge. Glistening. Blue. Eyes flashing through the haze. Lips curved into knowing smiles. And they look perfect walking through the alien planet decorations I set up. Take me, I think. I’m yours. However you want me.

One of them trips when I think the words, as if he could hear my thoughts, and I blush. The way these two react to my thoughts is uncanny. Like somehow they’re on the same wavelength as me. Like they want to play too. I wonder why the feelings are so strong, so insistent. Then they approach and all rational thought flees.

“Yum,” I whisper and the two of them exchange a look.

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