I've been collecting myself in the wonderful state of Colorado.
I thought for a brief moment I could possibly escape the blood lust.
Turns out I grossly under estimated it.
I had kept to myself for almost 2 weeks. Enjoying the new scenery and what not.
I had urges, but none so bad that I could not suppress them.
I was driving through this small town when I passed a local bar.
Who did I see at standing at the corner of one of the outbuildings? None other than our fine suited friend.
I knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted. So I went into the bar.
There I saw her. In all of her blond beauty.
Probably 110 lbs. I found out later in the evening that she was a runner. Not a slendyverse "Runner". But simply a girl that enjoyed running.
Her self-esteem was terrible upon my first impression. She probably had a awful father or lack there of.
The thing I remember the most was her smile. She had perfect teeth. I mean milky, angelic, pearly, white, teeth.
I was actually taken aback a bit.
Charm kicks in and 3 hours later she's back at my small cabin.
The rest of the evening went something like this.
All is well.
Penelope is loving Colorado.
Until Next Time.