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menacingly as the sides of my lip curled upward. My green eyes flared. “Who do you think you are?” I asked, then my body quivered and morphed, changing into him. Within a second, he was looking at an exact carbon copy of himself. “A punk?”
    “Whoa,” the punk staggered back a bit, his eyes wide.
    “Or a guy who picks on little old men?” I continued. Again, my body quivered, changing until I morphed into an exact replica of the old man behind the counter.
    Both men were speechless.
    “Or are you a guy that likes to harass women?” Once again, my body shimmered, then within a second I changed back into myself. I had hundreds of body prints and I knew how to use them all.
    Liquid seeped through the guy’s jeans, creating a river that spilled onto the floor. Suddenly, he was standing in a puddle of his own piss, shaking violently.
    “Ah …” I said, exasperated, “Now look what you’ve done !”  I stepped back a bit, looking at the mess. “You’ve messed up this nice man’s floor!”
    “I’m out ‘a here!” pheromone guy yelled, backing out the door, then ran for it as fast as he could. Smiling, Rick tripped him as he ran past. The guy was so spooked that he jumped up with horror in his eyes, looked at Rick, and ran down the street yelling the whole way.
    So much for keeping a low profile.
    I expertly unloaded the shotgun, sending the shells flying. Each pinged as they hit the floor one by one.
    Lowering the weapon, I asked the old man, who watched the whole incident with wide eyes from behind the counter, “Are you okay?”
    “Sure !” he said grinning, lowering his hands. “That’s the most fun I’ve had in years! Hey, you want a job?”
    I laughed, enjoying this old man. He had balls. Big ones, despite his frail appearance. I guess you need them working at a Stop and Rob. “No, I’ll pass. I already have a job.”
    “Doing what? I know you don’t sell Avon!”
    I laughed again, ignoring the question. “How much do I owe you? We pumped gas, too,” I asked, pointing to the items on the counter.
    “Not a dime! Hey, you did me a favor tonight!” he said as he excitedly placed the Mountain Dew and Juicy Fruit into a bag.
    Gingerly taking the bag from him, I looked into his eyes. “Hey,” I quietly asked, leaning slightly toward him. “You aren’t going to tell anybody about this, are you?” I really didn’t want to erase his memory of the incident. Messing with the minds of the elderly is dangerous. I didn’t want this nice old man to have to spend the rest of his life in a home with no memories.
    “Who would believe me?” he answered, solving my dilemma.
    “Thanks,” I said, nodding as I walked quickly out the door before any cops showed. The whole incident lasted only a few minutes, but you never knew who was watching.
    “Have a nice day !” I heard the old man yell behind me.
    Still carrying the shotgun, I moved as quickly as possible without attracting attention to the Mercedes where Rick was suppressing a smile.
    “Not a word,” I said to Rick before he could open his mouth. “Do not say a word.”
    Rick feigned innocence, then silently locked his lips and threw away the key. Inside the SUV and safely back on I-95, Rick guffawed. “You find trouble everywhere you go, don’t you?”
    “I said not to say it and you promised,” I said, smiling.
    “Hey, I promised nothing!” Rick corrected, enjoying himself.
    I looked at the weapon still in my hand. “I’ve been wanting a shotgun! Haven’t had one for a while.” I said, throwing it into the floorboard behind the seat.
    “Hey, watch it! This car’s new!” Rick feigned innocence. “Well, Abby, one thing’s for sure. I haven’t had this much fun in years!”
    “Yeah, that’s what the old man said.”
    “I know,” Rick teased. “You forget, I can hear well, too.”
    “Among other things,” I said, remembering his gifts. All vamps had gifts and his was mind reading and reading people. Oh, and mind