He Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of... this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the. Barry breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe things would work out. Although he obviously hadn't told Amy everything he figured that his sister wasn't going to raise hell if she saw some strange behavior. Besides, Karen had promised to play it cool when Amy came home. Barry intended to remind Karen of that promise as soon as he got her alone. Heck! Amy and Karen might actually get along. They were the same age and probably had a lot in common. Barry snuffed out his joint and put it back in his shirt. He had to deliver a reply to his boss and knocked on her door at 9o'clock. He tried to take some of the sting out of what the letter saidby putting it in his own words, explaining how he had visited a websitefor crossdressers, just the once, and it was just at that moment thathis wife had discovered him skipping from one screen to the next. Sheread the letter nonetheless and looked up at him with appalling contemptin the bitterness of her expression. "It's a boiling hot day, MisterFleecely,". Shuru me to wo mujhe bilkul pasand nahi thi,but dhire2 mai use pasand karne laga,wo bhi mujhe line dene lagi,ek roj uske ghar me koi nahi tha to usne mujhe call kiye aur kaha ki mere ghar me aaj koi nahi hai,sab shaadi me gaye hai,aur mai akeli hoon,maine puchha tum kyun nahi gayi to usne kaha ki bas mera mann nahi tha,isiliye,thori der yun hi idhar udhar ki baat karne ke baat usne kaha ki aaj raat mai tumhara intejaar karungi,plz jarur aana.Maine apne ghar me kaha ki mai aaj dost ke ghar.