I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Becky. She sounded hysterical."Bobby! Bobby! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Bobby. Horse has had a hear... attack!"I broke the news to Mr. Williams, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Becky was in the CCU waiting room. Becky looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since. "Something very similar happened to every man you see up here. Cheryl Rhyleston nee Bender, where are you. Ah, you're in amongst the organisers, thought that may be so. Your mother died last year. Do you know who your father is? It doesn't matter who you think he is, you're wrong."When your grandmother's husband came home from the war, he found your grandmother playing musical beds with five trainee officers. Usually three in her bed at a time and two were sleeping with your great-aunts, her. Fighting through a horde of undead villagers was not something I enjoyed, and it didn't take much to realize there was a demon around somewhere. I enthralled Bann Teagan by offering him my water skin; by the time we reached Redcliffe, I was desperate for some sexual relief. When Alistair and the others napped the morning after the attack, I took Bann Teagan into an abandoned house and fucked his tight, virgin ass and his throat until I was sated. Afterwards I made him forget; it was just easier. My lookers are probably my best feature. I've never really liked anything else body-wise, so they're kinda the only thing I like besides one OTHER thing...Anyway, on with this story...A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two.