Jamie.’ He seemed to catch that a little because he mumbled: ‘Jamie?’ confusingly. ‘Yes, Jamie. You’re having a bad dream and – ‘ Befo...e I could finish my sentence, I felt something grow down in his pants and I’m guessing it wasn’t a banana. I couldn’t even speak up, I was so embarrassed and shocked. I just stared up into his hazy eyes, knowing he was still out of it because had he been awake, he would’ve already jumped off me. ‘Jamie.’ He growled, leaning down to my neck and gently licking. “So…” I began, “what exactly is this thing we’re going to?”“What do you mean?” Foster asked.“The thing… that we’re basically feeding this girl to… Is it an animal?”“Not exactly. It used to be a man, decades ago. I didn’t know him but he was a rapist and a killer. Killed maybe a dozen women and never got caught. That’s my understanding, anyway. At some point he made a deal with… I don’t know, the devil or some kind of demon… and he was turned into what he is today. He has the same appetites,. "Ah no. I used to, but ... after the accident, she sort of lost interest in me. Especially after she graduated and went off to school out of state. And no ... it wasn't her I was imagining," I left off saying without offering any additional information. Julie made no indication she was curious about who it was I'd been thinking about and didn't press it. Her eyes actually held a moment of sympathy towards me and I hated it when I saw that. Turning my own wheelchair myself, I began rolling back. Typically, if I spotted one I liked I’d turn on the charm and the sweet talk and we’d spend the rest of the night in their bed or mine. I was a good looking 27 year old back then, and after I’d scored the first time or two I had the confidence it took to charm most women into the sack once I set my mind to the task. I had shaved, applied an aftershave lotion most women seemed to like, and dressed. I was about to head to the car when the phone rang. I answered, “Hello?” A woman’s voiced asked,.