" His voice cracked as I noticed he was getting younger. Hewas also getting shorter. Not only that, but he was getting smaller ingeneral. As Ken and I...watched wide eyed, Mark slowly became a kidagain. His shirt hung on him like a dress and his pants and boxers werearound his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes and turned away from usand slid his old shorts up under his shirt and took his shirt off. Icouldn't believe my eyes. There was Mark just like I remembered himwhen we were twelve. "What do. I never thought I could be aroused by such cruelty, but in that moment, I only thought about the girl’s lovely sex parts and how absolutely hot it was to see them abused like that. My cock twitched and bobbed in anticipation of another lovely run up into that fat, juicy cunt. 
Harold once again set the cane aside and fumbled in his bag, coming up with what looked like the nut for a very large bolt. I said as much, and they all laughed. “It’s a nut, all right,” he said. “It’s for my bolt.” . You all heard how much time and effort Mark put into talking Brenda into realizing that he could bowl perfect games. I don't know how many of you spotted that he didn't do that because he wants to impress you with his bowling ability. If that was important to him he could easily have stayed in the alley and bowled two, three or even a world-record number of perfect games. He spent so long talking to Brenda to stop me losing my temper. I was about to blow my stack at her for not realizing how. That p-p-part of us died when we were embraced. We’re on our second lives n-now, and we ... we try and focus on that.” Not always successfully.They nodded, and hmmm’d a few times, in sync with each other.“All Kindred do that?” Matt said.“W-We do, as we age. It’s important, b-because if we don’t, those old memories can really ... tie us down. We’re n-not like you, alive. Kindred are undead things, and that means we can b-be a b-b-bit static. Old memories can be an anchor, in a b-bad way.” Trying.