I almost smiled at their innocent exuberance. “You’re taking this awfully well,” I observed. The gravel crunched under our shoes, and a gnat bit...my arm. I swiped it away and rubbed the itching spot. “It’s because it hasn’t really sunk in yet,” he replied. “Just wait until it does. Then I’ll find a secluded spot where nobody can see or hear manly me bawl his eyes out. After that, I’m going to go into town and get pissed enough so I don’t remember my own name, and the day after I’m going to be so. Terondia and Drastin are both very anxious to trade with us.” “As they should be.” I muttered, eyeing my internal trade routes, “I’m sucking the Lowlands dry to prop this place up. Speaking of which… Tiffany!” I called over my shoulder. The dungeon trapdoor opened, and a symphony of orgasmic wails filled the room. Tiffany, the matriarch vampire and my blood-mother, poked her head out of the opening. “Yes?” She asked, her expression conveying a mixture of annoyance that I’d interrupted her, and. Her legs spread as wide as they could without breaking. Clips were attached to her cunt lips then used to pull them open and held that way. Then she screamed. Something was whipping her cunt and clit. Over and over fast. She was on fire. Yet still she dripped. She throbbed. She desired. The pain didn't bother her as much as the intense desire. She came. Over and over. The orgasms wouldn't stop. She thought she would lose her mind. It occurred to her that she probably already had. . "Charlie looked at me expectantly and said, "Well then, Mac can keep you until they find a better place. Would that be all right?"I nodded yes, thinking I should have said no. I knew I could only trust myself so far, and having her near me was a definite temptation.Burial arrangements were made and we left, driving the eleven miles to the house quietly. She slumped on the couch, defeated and alone. I made coffee and got her a soft drink.Everyone has a different grieving process, and for those.