Prophylactic Measures

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By Albert Ahearn

Wild garlic flowers encompassed her youthful, porcelaneous neck as she slumbered in her bed. Two silver crucifix bracelets securely fastened to both wrists. Her rhythmic inspirations heaved the cleavage between her breasts that deepened on exhalation. He stood at the foot of the bed red eyes peering from dark sockets on a deathly pale, bat-like face. A sneer revealed behind blood-red lips two sharp conical canines that were rendered useless this night. Happy Halloween!

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