In Hawaii, it was only eleven, but here it was one in the morning. It was extremely cold and, with the overcast sky, it was very dark when they steppe... out of the airport.Andrew pushed the cart loaded with luggage out to long term parking. His car was parked way the hell in the back. The temperature was only in the low forties, but the wind was up around twenty miles per hour. The trio trudged along through the dark parking lot feeling cold, tired, and hungry.Cat and Raven were well past the. Honestly, he got a lot on my chest and in my hair too. It was definitely impressive, and as always, that was fun for a second, but not for very long after he was finished. He was totally unable to get me something to clean up with, as he was lying on the bed, having collapsed in unmitigated, ecstatic afterglow. I smiled more or less uncontrollably when I saw that, but still wanted to be less sticky. I told him I'd be back in a minute, but I took a bit longer than I meant to...I didn't know. He was really into stories and videos of human ashtrays and eating dog food. I realized this was a trigger for him. So with two motives in mind I moved to restrict his diet to the extreme. I hoped a restrictive diet would help his flabby ass lose weight, and again, maybe help professionally. Secondly, I wanted to replace the slight joys he had in life with me. His diet was to be intentionally dull, repetitive, and joyless. He would be allowed to eat: For breakfast: Plain yogurt. Plain Oatmeal.. ’ I held her in my arms – both of our bodies burning with the heat of the moment. She pushed the dark hair away from her face. The moonlight from the windows gave her complexion an almost alabaster quality to it. She ran her hand across my chest and over my stomach – the sensation was almost ticklish. My fingers ran over a series of strange marks on her otherwise flawless skin just above her right hip. ‘I’ve never seen scars like yours.’ I muttered. She glanced over at my hand and the tender.