.But not a single thought. An impulse. Something, anything. What?...someone better...damien...An idea. Trying to send a message seemed futile to the a...gel. What could Abigail do while locked in Faust's passion. She was as much a prisoner as Aurora. But the angel still remembered hope. Damien's corruption had not wholly consumed her flesh....i am...father augustine's...whore...Aurora sent out her thought.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Beneath the overwhelming lust, guilt touched the vampiress's. Of course, you can expect some longer phone calls than you and I have been having. Really long sometimes, discussions of all sorts of stuff—"He held up his hand to stop me. "How long?" he asked."Long enough that it's not going to sit well with your bosses," I said. "I remember you telling me they thought you were getting too chummy with me. They won't be happy about extended philosophical discussions, especially on agency time. So we probably shouldn't have them over your dedicated line, which. It’s no good I tried but I can’t.? She said a tear running down her check as she paused. ?But you know I try to look good for him and everything, but when were you know doing it I can’t, I just I remember what he did to me and, and I can’t well I just.? She said now on the verge of a breakdown thanking back to the night she was violently raped having never confessed any of what she just told these strangers out loud to anyone before including Jason.?Oh OK Baby I got it.? Eric replied starting. It accented a slender neck and modest bosom. Then she made eye contact. He was embarrassed to be caught staring at her. He tried to look away, but something in her expression held his eyes. She seemed to be looking into his eyes with a question, a curiosity or something. She raised an eyebrow at him, apparently not put off by his stare. She looked both young and old. Her skin was clear and unwrinkled, but there was something weary about her. Jack picked up his coffee cup and tilted it at her.