A Fictional Rock Reality
Matt, still charged from the show, began kissing her before he even changed seats.
“The window…” Jules reminded, as he swung a leg over her way, and he obligingly leaned back long enough to twist it up.
“That’s not going to stop Bigfoot from reaching in the top and dragging you out by your hair,” he teased.
“Shut up…” she retorted and shot a wary glance to the open T-tops.
She had never told Matt that it was a human monster she feared. Matt knew the ghost stories of this area—the creepiest of them being the horse drawn carriage. Some said this apparition manifested...
