Whispers Of Chills And Surges Of Fever


He’d come to pick up his son. The front doorbell rang but she was busy with the others in the back room. Startled seeing him in the doorway, she instinctively glanced him up and down as he did her. “We’re dressing alike. This isn’t good. He must be some kind of freaky. I’m an alpha. We’d argue about who’s in charge. Could be fun. Hhmmmfh. Why am I thinking this?”


“She’s an alpha” ran through her mind. “She needs more love than any others.”


“Where did that come from?” She looked around.


He was at the far end of the classroom signing his son out. He looked back; she caught his full image. Smiling she walked toward Little Hercules who’d bent the handle of the plastic broom in half. He was concentrating trying to get it to flip up and down…


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