Someone did say he was an oil man who was half English and half Arab. One fellow said he had seen his picture in a book somewhere and that he is reall... the Emir travelling incognito."They both laughed at this preposterous idea."One thing I do know," said Noel, "He paid a lot more for his suit than I do, and I dress better than most people in this town. Tis a pity that English fellow with the camera isn't here any more. He could photo him with me and when we find out who he is we could frame it. ." I felt so weird. I'd given my first blowjob to another boy. It was alot to take in but at the same time that feeling was so great. I didn't know how to feel. But that was it for now...I'd talk to Kyle about it tomorrow. I laid in my bed thinking about it all when I realized I still had a major boner. I groaned rolling on my side. "I'm sorry about that stuff in your mouth." I jumped spinning around seeing Kyle at my bed side."How did you-" I'm very sneaky when I need to be," he said getting. That's why humans are mortal; the bodies expire without the soul. But without souls as a sort of biological clock, the body becomes immortal. The elders figured out how to be immortal. They rid themselves of their souls long ago. Once they steal another's soul, they gain control of it and temporarily put it into their bodies until they create a being to install it in. These Frankenstein type creations leave a lot to be desired and are still very experimental. They often die when they are young. Was there anything peculiar about his lovemaking, his sexual prowess at all? Did he come short – sorry about the pun – physically in any way? Did you ever belittle him about his performance, refuse intercourse, reject some of his preferences?"Those eyes of her. I could well understand Helmut. I didn't much like that look either. As if a curtain had been dropped. Dark, almost black lifeless pools, full of enmity and hatred."Karla, please..."It took a long time for her to react. At last she.