He went to the menu. From there, he searched for pictures. Once he found it, he tapped on it. The picture bar showed the number of pictures he had. He...tapped on the number. Instantly the first picture he took came up.The first picture he took was of his two friends Donovan and Cameron. Donovan and Cameron were both his classmates and originally native Bristolians (meaning that they were supposed to be white English, but also possibly mixed Welsh).Donovan had very pale complexion, grey blue. “I win Frank, the pot and the lady is mine”. He gazed at Emma his face a picture of triumph and desire. “Come here my sweet. Come over here and sit on my lap”. He pushed his ornate armless chair away from the tableEmma walked past Frank and straddled X’s lap facing him with her back to the table.She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, her tongue writhing around his Cognac and cigar laden mouth. “To the victor the spoils Mr X”. She reached down between her own legs and. Through my bra I could feel my shirt brushing against my already hard nipples, sending pulses of pleasure flashing through every fibre in my body. I was having to fight to control my hands so as to control Holly. I was close, and getting closer; but already we were into the final half-kilometre canter. I looked sideways at Gemma. I could see a tell-tale flush on her face; her hips were making powerful movements – up, down, backwards, forwards. Borne through the rushing of the air over my ears. This was definitely not a vampire. There was no evidence on theboy of any physical contact, except maybe an occasionaly bruise, but itdidn't match up with the others' bodies. Marshall dismissed it.Mysticism was always explained with science, but this time he couldn'tfind it...at least not with just physical contact. He wasn't a medicaldoctor, so an autopsy by him woulddn't be performed. Maybe that luckysoul would turn up some clues. Marshall's job was to use his gift tofind the killer. He.