Out in the wild, though, she was a whole different a****l. She wore a tight, faded band t-shirt with a leather jacket over the top. Her whole demeanou... had changed. Her stance was different. Suddenly, she seemed aware of her sexiness. I thought I was going to faint.“Adam couldn’t make it,” she told me. She didn’t seem disappointed.“I didn’t have any luck getting anyone out either.” The smile that played across her lips spread a little wider.We sat and talked. The reason we were meant to be out. I know, I know, as crazy as that sounds, guys; he finds it very unattractive, the thought of two women together. Personally, I know he’s fucking crazy because I’ve never heard of a guy thinking that way. And I guess that’s the main reason that Angie didn’t want to talk about it, ever again.So anyway…………………………….back to this story.Our relationship with this couple had always had sexual overtones, but never anything too visually overt, especially when Cosmo was around. Even though, like I said,. The sight made Zai smile.Dawn was coming, and Zai, like most demons, was a creature of the night. For a while he set about healing his new toy, lapping at the large slices left by his claws and sucking at the boy's wrists until bones realigned and set themselves together. He left the small punctures, he enjoyed the little triangular marks left by his claws on the boy's pale skin. The boy looked little better when healed, blood and sweat and mud and sperm still staining his skin. Zai crouched. Of course, her reform school nickname was Blondie and she did her best to keep her hair brushed and clean as a matter of choice and not chance. Her cellmate Tamara helped with that chore by constantly brushing it when she wasn’t doing something else and they ignored the snickers of derision from the other inmates about who was the top and who was the bottom. Sure they snuggled and cuddled and spooned every night but it really wasn’t a sexual thing with either of them. It was just the closeness.