CHAPTER 15
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Hours later Pamela had finished mixing up a wonderful meal for her and Logan. The aroma was pleasant and very much Olive Graden-like and it filled the tiny house. the oregano and parsley mixture, onions, tomatoes and beef scent directed Logan's attention soaring from his seat on the living room couch toward the kitchen to see what marvellous concoction she'd created before his plate was served.
Logan entered the kitchen, tired yet happy, with a 32 bright gleam across his face, the thoughts of confession now swiped completely clean from his memory. He had a little bit of a headache but thought once he'd seen the dinner she had prepared how good it would be tasted once being devoured. And how it would probably help get rid of his headache too.
He just now realized how hungry he was after all the running from before - and the unexpected s*x too. Wow-what a day it had been. And so unexpected in every way. But he was happy to be here with Pam. Maybe this was the beginning of hat he had hoped for with Pam for the past few weeks and since his transformation a while back.
She had her back turned to him, and did not hear him step foot into the kitchen behind her. Straightening up things on the counter, she was using a washrag to scoop up the scraps she'd left behind after cutting up the fresh veggies and such. She was humming an unfamiliar tune, a loose swinging of her hips to the rhythmic harmony.
She was quite into herself, her head bobbing and hips swaying as if she'd wore a headset and there was nothing that could shake her blissful ambience. Then she turned around with the handful of scraps, headed for the trash can and dropped them to the floor. She let out a shrill scream of excitement, stretching out her arms to him.
Logan looked up to her,
What? He thought to himself. Something seems a little strange here.
Logan looked up to her?
That's right. Logan looked up to her... and then he barked.
THE END
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