[ Wp ] Little red riding hood

`` Emily dear, where are you going?'' 
 
 `` Gon na visit Grandma.'' Emily `` Red'' Hind says as she throws on her trademark hoodie. She stops with it half way on, looking at her mother. `` That alright mom?'' 
 
 Mrs. Hind leans against the door, her kit bag slung on her back. A motherly smile appears on her lips. `` Alright sweetie. Just remember, I'm the doctor on duty tonight. I wo n't be back till morning, so do n't stay out so late. Tell Gran I said hello.'' 
 
 Red flashes a smile. `` Gotcha mom.'' She pulls on her hoodie and prances over to her mother, standing on her tip-toes to kiss her on the forehead. `` Take care.'' 
 
 Her mother's car pulling out of the drive way, Emily `` Red'' sighs softly. Like she was going to visit Gran. The poor woman suffered from such dementia, she could n't remember her own granddaughter's name. She would n't be able to remember if Red did or did n't drop by. The old woman could n't even hold a spoon on her own. Visiting her was a lesson in futility. If the world was a just place, Red would n't have had to watch her grandmother slip into senility. No, she is not going to visit Grandma, she has something else planned. 
 
 Red exits her house, locking the door behind her. She forgoes the car, instead walking to her destination. The moon is out in full tonight, and the sound of music and parties drift out onto the street. Red is dressed in her scarlet sweatshirt and blue jeans, the hood pulled up against the cool evening air. She's just about to downtown when a pair of strong hands grasp her waist from behind and twirl her in the air. Red shrieks in surprise. It turns into a scoff as she recognizes who it is. 
 
 `` Marc, you bastard! You scared the shit out of my me.'' She swats his shoulder. `` Put me down!'' 
 
 Marcus Volkov laughs and does as he's ordered. Feet firm on the ground, Red scowls indulgently. Marc grins, flashing white teeth in the lamplight. He then kisses her on the lips, soft and sweet. Breaking away, he speaks. `` I was worried you'd would n't show.'' 
 
 Red shrugs as she wraps his arm around her shoulder. The pair walk down the street. `` Mom was behind in getting ready for work. I'd be strange for her to see me putting on makeup to go visit my grandmother.'' Her boyfriend makes a face. `` Oh do n't give me that Marc. My mom is a wonderful person.'' 
 
 Marc rolls his eyes. `` Red, your mom nearly had me arrested. I could have gone to jail.'' 
 
 `` Well, you *were* sleeping with a seventeen year old. You were nineteen and in college. Technically, it was statutory rape when she caught us together.'' 
 
 `` Hey, hey, hey! You were the one who asked me out. You were the one who initiated sex. I in no way made advances on you. Any blame fell square on your shoulders.'' 
 
 Emily chuckles gently, leaning her head against her boyfriend. `` Not in this state, the age of consent is sixteen but having sex with an eighteen year makes it rape. It's a strange thing, a sixteen year old can have sex with someone their age or seventeen but as soon as it's eighteen it's illegal? What kind of laws are those?'' 
 
 Her boyfriend kisses the top of her head. `` Stupid laws. Speaking of stupid laws, got your fake I.D. in your purse?'' 
 
 `` Yep. I ca n't wait till I'm twenty-one. Being under age sucks.'' 
 
 `` Believe me Red, After you hit twenty-one, it's all downhill from there. What's the next big birthday after that one? The year you get your AARP card? Nah, growing old sucks.'' 
 
 Emily turns her head and pecks her beau a kiss. `` My, what soft lips you have.'' 
 
 Marc kisses her back, smiling as he whispers. `` The better to eat you with my dear.'' 
 
 Laughing half scandalized, she leads him on to the bar, and to other things tonight.
