” Ashriel paled, pain slashing across his features for the briefest of seconds. Zak did his best to stifle his chuckle. Amaranth had called the enor...ous seven-foot reaper boy. He scowled then, his wings spreading out behind him. Zak would never admit it was the most terrifying sight, seeing those gigantic blue-black wings spread out to their full width. With a hard downward stroke, the reaper was airborne, a speck in the bright blue sky. Zak craned his neck to watch Ashriel fly away over the. It was Wagner's wedding march, as one wouldexpect. I walked out of the stage to see that my audience consisted ofabout a dozen men, who whistled and catcalled as the music deftly slidfrom the march to something with more of a beat, music for dancing. Sexydancing.And so, with all those eyes upon me, I started to dance the best I could.Every nerve was experiencing new sensations and thus my whole body feltalive. The gazes could have scared me, but they did not. I started toshake my body with. Wow, he was breath-taking. Even foggy with heartache I could appreciate his beauty. The coffee shop Jack picked was a small one with only two or three tables inside. We took our seats and sat for what felt like hours talking about everything and anything but never once about work and never once about Greg, and it felt great. The waiter was making it clear that it was time for us to leave and as I stood to put my coat on I could feel Jack’s eyes on me. We decided to share a cab home as we both. “I don’t get it,” he said while not missing a stroke. “You rich bitches have everything handed to you but it’s never enough!” His lunges amplified. “You always want more. Maybe your husband’s cock is too small for you or maybe he’s not fucking you enough or maybe you just have a thing for black guys, but here you are out here in the woods fucking some guy who isn’t your husband. Why?!”Julia remained silent as the muscular man continued rocking back and forth on top of her. She hated what he was.