I was welcomed by his strong cologne, which got my insides churning again. I breathed in deeply his scent. He turned towards me with a raised eyebrow....His eyes twinkled with some form of curiosity. Damn those eyes. "Why must you breathe so deeply?" he asked me. I just wanted to melt right there. "Oh, nothing. It is just that this car smells so good, sir," I said. Plain lie. He said to me with a soft expression, "You can call me Julian, or even Dad, if we get to that stage." We may never get to. In this crisis, it would be disaster to lose focus, thinking about a long dead relative and Heaven. As the seconds passed, he calmed down, employing a lifetime of military training to concentrate on the immediate, not allowing any other thoughts to distract him.As the world around him shook, he never considered prayer. His heart so closed to the One who created him, he was steadfast, ignoring the eternal invitation. For just a second he almost listened, but he managed to block out the words as. ”“I don't need... substitutes now.” My robe fell off my body, revealing my round breasts, the ruby amulet nestled between them, and sleek thighs. His eyes flicked at my body, sending an incestuous wave of heat through me—I loved his attention.“It's not a human male,” Sven said. “It's not even alive.” He unlaced his leather britches, pulling out a hard cock. “It'll be so hot to watch, sister dear. So hot.”“Uh-huh, Mistress Kora,” whimpered Nathalie. “Join us, Mistress,” Zanyia purred, her tail. Discovering that his kids were basically strangers had unsettled him. He realized that his wife was just as much of a stranger.They were not not a family.They shared the same space, but they didn’t share their lives.He couldn’t remember the last time he and his wife had actually talked about anything personal. The majority of their communications were via texting. He would text her goodbye in the morning, and keep her informed of any late hours. She would keep him informed of when she was.