Trick or Treat
By J.L. Merrow
“This,” Sam said bitterly, “is the last time I’m letting you decide where we go.”
There was no answer, but seeing as Sam was talking to his actual prick, rather than the merely figurative one he’d just stormed away from, he hadn’t really expected one.
Heaving a sigh, Sam finished having his leak and zipped up.
“Do you talk to all your body parts, or is that one, ah, particularly favoured?” a teasing voice asked.
“s**t!” Startled, Sam took an involuntary step back, promptly tripped over a tree root and sat down heavily on the damp earth. “f**k!”
A stranger stepped forward with silent grace and offered Sam a hand, his lips quirking up in amusement. The cold light of the full moon showed a slender figure with bright blond hair and a mischievous, boyish fac
