When you place your dead on the stone, and it burns until it disappears, that body’s appearance is kept by whatever controls the doorways. When I ca...e here, I was offered a choice for my body, which resulted in what you see now, sort of. I am not from this world. My home is so far away, I don’t think I can truly explain to you what that distance means.”Kort was staring at John in shock now.“I’m telling you this, because I need to go back through the doorway. I promised to meet someone, an old. They were sitting their awaiting the presenter as some strange techno music was playing in the background. Kelly took a swig from the water bottle on her podium as she tried to calm herself down and just not think about anything, especially the throbbing between her legs, a throbbing which could be eased by any one of the 200 cocks which were attached to the strong, butch, attractive audience members. Kelly shook her head furiously; she had to stop thinking like this. Had to stop think about. Her eyes grew wide and I kissed her harshly. I shove a finger in her. She was wet. You like what you were seeing? I asked before moving to bite the skin softly on her neck. Rosalie brushed my thighs, silently asking me to open up to her. I pushed her slightly with my knee and she sat back on her feet with a pout. I curled my finger inside Alice and she began to shake. I did it again and she moaned grabbing my wrist tightly. You like that? I hissed biting harder, her knees buckled and I wrapped. He remembered. The explosion. Lights going out. Jeni... JENI!"JENI!!" he called out. He heard nothing. "Jeni!" he called again, listening. He couldn't hear. Except for the sound of his own voice inside his head, he couldn't hear. Bringing his right hand to his ear he found wetness. He couldn't see, so he tried to smell the wet on his fingertips. Nothing, all he could smell was dust. He tasted the wet and metallic sweetness of his own blood."Concussion must have damaged my ear drums." he said..