We all stood there dumbfounded. Who wasthis guy? Macy looked at us and hurried after him. Marcus and I lookedat each other and began to follow as well... This stranger seemed to justtalk, regardless of anyone listening. "...three visitors in thelibrary. I thought she was losing her mind when she said we had threevisitors. We never get visitors! And to be so young! You're practicallychildren. But the library doesn't open for everyone, so what do I know?I've only worked here for centuries."Macy. She gasped slightly when his lips closed around the nipple of the other tit. With sloppy noises he sucked and pulled. His tongue was alive in his mouth and flicked the nipple playfully. Now and then she could feel his teeth pinching her a little our biting into the flesh around it. Her chest was glistening in the dim orange light by the time he was done. His saliva had covered most of it. I must taste good, she decided. He leaned closer once more, this time his lips went for her neck. She. There was a slight movement behind them which Derrick nodded to. "I need to speak with Dempsy; I'll call you in a bit Admiral." Hartwell bowed much to Derrick's dislike and exited the room. "We have much to discuss don't we?" Dempsy nodded and stood in front of Derrick who told him to sit. "You said that she was a failure of yours? Care to elaborate?" "As you know sire, I am well past being a student of my master. Master has instructed many times to begin teaching, this I cannot do. Master has. It did not take me long to realize, as a little child, that I could tell things that were going to happen. At first, it didn't surprise me. I thought everyone could do it. In fact, my parents seemed to be able to sometimes. My twin brother Eric could. My first brush with how horrible a 'gift' this was came when I foresaw Eric's death. I was devastated, terrified. After several days of panic and avoiding everyone in my fear, Eric came to me one day. We were nine years old. We were a very mature.