We both want each other so much. The waiter comes by to clean the table, and asks us if we want dessert. Edward tells the waiter that I am dessert, an... motions towards the still wet panties on the table. We leave them there as he pays the bill. Edward booked a room at a nearby hotel. We start kissing very deep and passionately. Our tongues are dancing in each others mouths. We help each other undress. Edward unzips my dress and the dress falls to the floor. He unhooks and removes my bra. I. .." My father lived another year before he died of cirrhosis of the liver. I thought that my nightmare was over then but, just after daddy died, my brothers took me with them, camping to Wakamow Valley. I was so hoping that we could live together as a normal family then but I soon found out that they'd only brought me along to use me for sex, with them, in their sleeping bags. I'd brought my father's old straight-razor with me and, after they'd satisfied themselves inside me, I used it to slit. Come with me,” the officer said as he helped me off the sand. The wet sand was clinging to my skin and my small bikini bottom. He wrapped me in a blue blanket and helped me into his patrol car.The drive to the police station was very short- about five minutes at most. As the cop brought me to the station, he announced to the desk sergeant, “Sarge, I want you to meet Kait. She’s 17 years old. She’s not an Olympic swimmer and she reads but does not obey signs. She almost drowned at high tide.”“Is. The life of a demon isn’t easy, folks. Forget what you read in the books or see in the movies. Not every demon out there is hungering for human souls. Personally, I don’t deal or trade in anything having to do with that business. Tell that to those assholes and bitches who write cheap science fiction/horror and keep making my species look like a bunch of monsters. Pardon my French, folks. And they always think we’re country people too. I mean, I’m a demon living in Boston. As far from country.
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