The couple neither moved nor uttered a word for some time. Tariq returned to his desk and sat in his chair.“Can you at least see why this child mean... so much?” asked Tariq.“Oh dear,” muttered the husband. “Why America? Why us?”“Because this child’s father, the Eleventh Imam, Imam Shabbir Hussein, has decreed it, and I am here to carry out that order.”“What if we can’t accept this child?” asked the husband.“You have little choice in the matter, because you were picked from the best of four. I used to hear you two together, sometimes. So stop twisting your wrists on those ropes, and just lean back anddon't say anything." v.It'd been years since that night we'd hugged each other goodbye,bundled up in snow-jackets, so we could scarcely feel each other. Now here we were hugging each other hello as if no time had passedat all. Only now it was summer, each of us in only the shortest ofshorts and the thinnest of T-shirts, faint films of perspiration onour. Sara spread my legs and buried her head in my twat. She fingered and sucked my clit fingering hard and fast my tight wet snatch. She pumped me with her fingers like they were a cock, sucking on my clit and making me feel great. Jamie gave me some cider and more weed as Sara continued to finger my twat harder and faster. It was my turn now and we got in a 69 position with me on top. I buried my face in her twat sucking and licking her cunt. It tasted so sweet and was so wet. She started to lick. .. the Victor Enache?” Bryce asked.“No, a Victor Enahce,” Tiff said, blushing. “It might be hard, though. He was a vampire during the Masquerade – a Tzamarkias and he was part of the Cam and-”Bryce swung around to look at her. “So, you mean, the Victor Enache? The hero of New York? General Enache, who liberated Palles during the Solar Resurgence? Victor Enahce, the guy who single-handedly blew the Martian beanstalk and stopped the entire Martian Corps of Vampire Hunters in their tracks? That.