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there was, they’re gone.”
    “Nothing had been
touched and there’s no scent either. What about down here?” she
asked, making her way into the living room and flicking on the
light.
    Conner shook his
head. “Nah, nothing’s been touched.”
    Terry relaxed, the
blade disappearing into her arm once again. “You must just not have
shut that door properly.”
    Connor shook his
head. “Sorry, I should have double checked.”
    “It’s alright.”
Terry said, waving away his apology. She flicked on the light as
she walked into the kitchen. She glanced around cautiously and then
resumed what she had been doing before the lightning strike; taking
the dishes to the sink. “I’m just glad the place wasn’t robbed
while we were out.”
    “Yeah.” Connor
agreed, looking at his watch. “Listen, I better go.”
    “Aye, no bother.”
She wiped her hands on a tea towel and went to show him out.
“Thanks for coming to see me anyway.”
    He smiled as he
stepped out onto her doorstep. “It’s ok. It’s just nice to get to
talk to you properly for a change.”
    She laughed.
“Talk? We didn’t get to do much of that.”
    “Well, maybe next
time. I’ll see you later.”
    “Bye.” She smiled,
waving and shutting the door behind him.
    Terry locked it
and sighed, realising how tired she was. Heaving her tired bones
away from the door, she headed upstairs and back to her bed.

    ******
    Guests were still
arriving at the party despite the late hour. Lyle Jones’ fifty acre
estate had always been a magnet for the wealthy socialites looking
for a drink and a wild time. Lyle was vain in his company. He was
old enough to be a father and old enough to know better, yet he
often trashed his own home just to show his peers a good time.
    Despite his gaunt
figure, high cheekbones and greying hair, he always lived in the
moment and partied like a man half his age.
    Sitting in an arm
chair which had been pulled out into the court yard along with
several other items of furniture Lyle sipped from a bottle of beer,
overlooking the party atmosphere that folded before him. Two
speakers had also been pulled out onto the lawn, to the end of
their extensions and the courtyard had been turned into a makeshift
dance floor.
    Drunken men and
women danced about, other stumbling into one another from
intoxication. One man lay flat on his back some distance away,
asleep. Toward the end of the garden, where the lights began to
fade Lyle could just see the outline of a drunken couple going at
it.
    He took another
long gulp of his beer and relaxed. He felt tired. Two parties in
two nights had left him rundown. He looked around. The young blonde
woman who had desperately been trying to get his attention earlier
on had vanished. Usually he would be happy to oblige to any hot
woman who gave him a hint of attention, but this night he was in no
mood for it. His stomach gurgled loudly, causing him to wince for a
moment. “Shut up.” He mumbled to himself before drowning the
complaining organ with some more beer. But the liquid did nothing
to quell his appetite. Instead, he found himself beginning to size
up the meat that walked past. Catching himself, he rubbed his dry,
tired eyes. “I must be hungry.” He told himself aloud.
    I
must be if these fools are starting to look like
snacks , he thought. Sitting the bottle aside he stood
and headed to the kitchen. He side stepped two girls who were
leaving the room and continued on in.
    He opened the
fridge door, to have it shut again by someone’s hand. He looked
around to see the young, hot thing, leaning against it with a
charming smile on her face and a seductive pose. Lyle shut his eyes
for a second before he could bring himself to talk to her. “Can I
get in there please?” he asked politely.
    “Are you hungry?”
she asked, moving in between him and the fridge.
    “Yes.” He
said softly. Please, move. His
stomach gurgled again.
    “Then why not eat
me? I’ll fill you up.” She said, running a finger