He was going to make sure that he was never caught off guard and infected again.The other thing that interested him was that he liked a good horror fl...ck or two and the ability to used undead spells fascinated him a little. Not that he would use it, but knowing that if he really needed to it would be interesting to do.Dusty kept seeing Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video playing in his mind every time Melkin started talking about what he could do with Black.So far Dusty hated that he could only. The odds of me surviving till next Winter are practically nil. The older I get, the more interested I am in the future, that there must be a future. I've had enough glory and now I want to survive. I wish Rhykov was here, he'd tell me what to do." But, John, Rhykov is not here and I don't think you're likely to see him again. Men like Rhykov have no futures, they only have the present. Death stalks them, is their constant companion. You, on the other hand, have a future if you're willing to. And then there was my dinner with Camilla, and the prospect of Scarpia ahead of me and all that would do to jump my career to a whole new level. To cap it all off, when I'd left her after taking her back to her hotel room to pick up the Tosca score, she'd kissed me good night! OK, so it wasn't much of a kiss, just a friendly peck, but it was on the lips and who knew where it might lead?I was still euphoric as I walked in the door and found the cat, as I had two nights before, still sprawled out. “Kayla. If I tell you this, would you promise to keep it between us?"“Yeah, what?"“Um... I think I like girls."“Like... Bisexual?" Kayla said.“Yeah, that.”“What... Makes you think that?" Kayla said.“So, I was at practice, changing, right? I got my tits grabbed up. Now, normally I really don't like that shit. These girls already get enough attention as it is. But it felt good. It made my nipples hard. I turned around, and it was Megan... Topless. Damn. Talk about ballsy. I can’t stop thinking.