The Traveling Vampire Show

I felt a lurch of panic.

Even under the best conditions, I sometimes chickened out about visiting Lee. That may seem strange, since we were such great friends. But you’ve got to understand how beautiful and special she was. As much as I liked being with her, I hated the idea of intruding on her. I wanted her never to think of me as a nuisance.

I didn’t much want her to see me shirtless and sweaty and filthy, either.

All of a sudden, I changed my mind about asking for Lee’s help. Instead of heading for her front door, I kept on walking.

Maybe I would just go home. If I told Mom the truth, she would take me out to Janks Field. Then she’d tell Dad all about it, and he ...

“Dwight?”

My heart jumped. I turned my head and saw Lee in the doorway, holding the screen door open.

“Oh, hi,” I called as if surprised to find her in this neck of the woods. “What’re you walking away for?” she asked.

I stopped. “I’m not”

“How about a Coke?”

I shrugged. “Okay. Thanks.” I hurried across her front lawn.

She stood there, holding the door and watching me, a look on her face as if she knew everything but considered it more fun to play ignorant.

Not dressed for company, she was wearing an old blue chambray shirt—probably one of Danny’s. The sleeves were rolled halfway up her forearms and the top couple of buttons weren’t fastened. Her shirt wasn’t tucked into anything. (Maybe she wore nothing it could be tucked into.) Her legs were bare, and she didn’t have on any shoes or socks.

As I trotted up the porch stairs, she asked, “Where you been hiding yourself?”

I shrugged and blushed. “Nowhere much,” I said.

In the doorway, she gave me a hug. I didn’t often get hugs from Lee; only if we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. I put my arms around her. As she kissed my cheek and I kissed hers, she gave me a good solid squeeze, mashing me against the front of her body. Her shirt was soft against my skin. By the feel of her breasts, I knew she wasn’t wearing any bra.

It was just about the best hug ever.

But we broke it up after a couple of seconds. Lee turned away, saying, “Come on, let’s get those Cokes.”

I followed her toward the kitchen, watching the back of her shirt. It draped her rear end, then stopped. The tail fluttered slightly as she walked.

“So what’ve you been doing with yourself?” she asked.

I suddenly remembered.

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

That was all I needed to say.

About one stride into the kitchen, Lee stopped and turned around and raised her eyebrows.

“Maybe the Cokes better wait,” I told her.

“What is it?”

“I was sort of wondering if you’d let me borrow your truck for about half an hour.”

“Sure,” she said, not even hesitating to think about it.

“Thanks.”

I followed her through the kitchen. Her brown leather purse was on top of the table. She picked it up, reached inside, pulled out her keys and tossed them to me. I caught them.

“Thanks,” I said again.

As I started to turn around, she said, “I’ve got nothing to do for a while. Want me to come along?”

I must’ve made a face.

“Guess not,” she said and shrugged.

“It’s not that. If you want to come along, it’s fine with me. I just don’t want to ... you know, impose on you.”

“When you’re imposing, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.”

“And you’re not.” She gave me a quick smile. “Not yet, anyway.” The smile gone, she added, “You need some help, don’t you?”

“Well, I need a car. But it’d be great if you want to come along with me.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Sure.”