“What? You ain’t got no candy for me?” he asked.
“Ain’t you too old to be trick or treating?” I shot back.
“Why you being so stingy with your candy, Candy Girl?” I could feel his eyes on my body.
“I ain’t being stingy. You’re being greedy.” I tried not to smile. “Didn’t your mama teach you no manners?”
“Ah.” He shook his head seriously. “I didn’t have a Mama. Wild wolves raised me.”
“That explains the smell,” I said.
His two friends laughed.
“Look at you sitting there with that big old bowl of candy, not sharing. Like the Mean Old Candy Queen.” He stuck out his bottom lip. “I only want a little.”
You want more than a little, I thought. Glancing down at the bowl in my lap, I said, “We ain’t got much left. Some Snickers, a few suckers.”
“Got any cherry ones?”
“Here’s a cherry.” As I handed it to him, our fingers touched. I jerked my hand back.
“You gotta name?” the guy asked, rolling the sucker around in his mouth. He had a sexy mouth. I wanted to know what it would be like to kiss that mouth.
“Yeah, I gotta name.”
“Want me to guess it? I’m pretty good at guessing names.”
“What are you, a Carnie?” I asked. “You wanna guess my weight, too?” His buddies laughed.
“Ain’t you the meanest little thing.” He stepped back, like he’d been pushed away. “Thanks for the candy.”
“Well, then,” I said quickly, panicking at the thought of him leaving. “If you ain’t a Carnie, what are you?”
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