I reached the throat. My teeth latched about his neck. I bit hard. His skin was too tough to pierce with my teeth, but I squeezed. My jaws latched dow... hard. I would choke him out. I would strangle him and kill him.I would protect my family.He wheezed as he sucked in breath. I clamped down harder, feeling the air rushing through his windpipe. I had to crush it. I had to choke him out. I let out a primal snarl, the wicker body of the feyhound groaning against the strain as I squeezed. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting World.My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation.I am not ready to live like this.I. .. I ..didn't mean it," he said and if a thirty-seven-year-old man could blush then he was blushing."Oh, that is disappointing Ben," said Gill with a pout."I did mean it; I still do," he said as he dug himself a deeper hole."You still do what? Think of me when you wank?" said Gill feeling a little bit guilty for teasing but highly aroused because Ben Luckhurst was actually a very attractive man.Before Ben could respond in any way, a male voice said, "Gill. there you are, there is someone for. We had a sink in the garage, so I used my bar of lava soap to clean my hands and arms, and went into the house."Are you okay?" Granny asked me."I guess." I shyly replied."Your aunt has until the end of the month to pack her things and move out. She didn't deny anything you told me. Sit down, honey." Oh, shit. I didn't like what was about to be said. "My sister has lived with me most of her adult life. Nearly my entire marriage to your grandfather, she lived here. She was assaulted by a man.