It was the sortof evening he had always imagined for this final leg of the journey. what? A white god returned as promised? We will never know. I looked into the wide shining mirror, glaring bright in the overhead lights. He stared straight ahead, handling the wheel casually, as though very certain, very sure of it, asthough h
I’d rather not go out with flesh-eating cannibals, devil-worshipers or Born Again Christians, please. Sex is a wondrous thing, but tonight I wish to be comforted more than pleasured. He was still shielding from me, still hiding his emotions, but I didn't need to be anything but his friend to know what he was thinking. Or maybe the sex wouldn't bother him at all, maybe it was all about the feeding for him.
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