Gods... demons... monsters... witches...There were almost as many names for these beings as there were stories.And as with most stories, these ones co...tained a grain of truth.For the most part, these old stories are filled with gross exaggerationsand details which have been vastly twisted from countless retellings.And of course, there are even bits of intentional misinformation inorder to keep people from discovering the truth.The truth is that these beings are neither monsters nor gods. The. But, W-T-F? (What the fuck?) What's going on here? Where are all the cocks? I need a good meal and am willing to fuck anything with a cock to get it. Where are all the horny guys?Instead of sitting there alone, I decide to roam and see if I can get picked up. But, once again, I can't understand why nobody is hitting on me. It's never happened before. I've always got some horny guy – usually an older one at that – trying to get into my cunt. Tonight is very unusual. Where is that dork that was. She had pictured them in her head and found that she was willing to do any of them with Andy. The only thing that gave her pause was the thought of someone else joining them.She didn't mind the thought of someone watching them while they did it (and, in fact, she truly enjoyed the thought that someone might be watching them at the time) but she wasn't interested in adding another party. Still, she had decided that she would consider it if Andy was interested.The only problem was that Andy. His eyes seemed to fill my rear view mirror, cold and without emotion. Like a snake’s eyes. He peered into my soul, but not in the positive way Keven did. I promptly, and without any rational reasoning, decided he was even more dangerous than the gun-wielding manic beside me. ‘Turn right,’ the man with the gun said, ‘and make it snappy if you want to live.’ I was afraid I was already dead and I had no real choice. I pulled into the street and turned right. ‘Please don’t kill me,’ I whimpered,.