I took out my phone and started trawling through my emails. My concentration was broken by a voice that I knew “White wine please Steve” I looked...to my right and there stood Frankie looking out of this world. I reached for my wallet and said “I’ll get that Steve and I’ll have another pint of Guinness”. I looked at Frankie, “You look fantastic,” I said. “You are looking pretty good yourself” she said “Are you waiting for someone?” she asked. “Well yes I am waiting for you I said, I got your. “I brought my black stilettos too.” “Aww, amazing. I still don’t know what to wear,” replied Frankie. That girl really didn’t know how superb she was. “Are you kidding? You could wear a sack and still look sexy.” “Stop messing about.” “I’m serious Frankie; you look amazing all the time.” The drinks were bringing out my overt honesty. “Thanks Mia,” she said while touching my knee “that really means a lot to me coming from you.” I was too busy hyperventilating at the feeling of her. It is unheard of for an Ancient to have broken their word," Morning Star said in a soft voice.I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything. I let a sour expression flash across my face, convincing them I was reluctant to let my wife go. I didn't have to act too much, at that.The next morning, I was with my wife, saying goodbye to her at the Ancient's gate. Well, it was theirs since they controlled it. I watched as my wife went through the gate, and I sighed heavily."Come. Now we wait," Shaitan. Captive to the thought that if he didn't do it twice like his mother did, then he was only half the whore that she was and he would never live with that! He moved slowly and began sucking. Like a flash another light of new realization set in and with it came the thought: If sucking Sig's cock made fifty bucks for his mother, didn't that mean that Brynn was prostituting his mouth? If so then it meant that he . . . he was a prostitute! He hadn't even realized it before. A prostitute. He.