..............................Uh oh, came again! hehehehehehe!Chris was at a party with his wife and some friends, all chatting away, and all looking...... some wistfully, some wantonly... some, like Chris, secretly... thinking... imagining.... about the guy standing hext to him, back turned... smelling his cologne..... Chris imagined he took the tip of his finger and tickled the back of his asscheek, surrepticiously, enough to capture his attention; he delighted to feel a slight flicker of the. That would not be classy. As a Horned Reaper, he didn't live his life moment to moment, he lived it kill to kill. For one like him life was just a constant exercise in bloodshed. Sure, he could count the good fights he'd had. After all, dead or not, those who could give him a fight, a very noteworthy feat indeed, he remembered, even honored in this own way, but who counts the bugs they step on…The demon sighed and leaned back up against one of the pillars to the inactive dungeon heart. It has. Then I called her room using my cell phone and asked her if she was fucking the ski instructor again tonight. "Yes", she said."I was just about to call you for the next part." "I thought you would have him again you horny slut, so I ordered room service. I hoe it arrived - champagne and caviare?" She laughed, "You bastard, he was giving me a fantastic licking out when the waiter arrived. I was just about to orgasm too, but I had to stop him and answer the door..... still he is back licking. As much as she loved and craved sex she could still get by with a Friday night, a Saturday and a Sunday, but staying away for two, three and sometimes even four weeks when all she got was a phone call? No fucking way. Shit, sometimes she didn't even get the phone call. It didn't make sense to her, not even a little bit. Jake made good money and there was no reason for him to be cheap, and that's all it was – Jake was cheap!"Long distance phone calls cost money babe and I don't need to call you.