“Aunty, what aree you …doing.. ahh. Isn’t it wrong”. She told “Are you not feeling good, if you are feeling good then it is no wrong. What i... enjoyable is not wrong dear” she replied. Any way I was not in a position to judge the good and wrong at that moment. The only thing in my mind is the pleasure of her rubbing my thing. The rubbing has loosened up the lungi and it had fallen off, dangling on her moving hands. She took off her hands for a second so that the lungi can fall off completely.. "I could be", I said as you begin to embarrassingly clean the glasses from the bar. Our eyes meet in a place of no distraction of light, but clarity. As the words escape my mouth, I slowly dominate my stare to let you know my jokes were up! You smile bashfully as we think our next choice of words carefully. "Well, maybe I should prepare better". As we disappointingly retire to our opposed directions, the thoughts mingle with the vision in my head.. As you vanish up the staircase, your words,. I was approached by a wiccan or an angel or whoever she was and I was told my times would be different from henceforth. Well, they were … I could no longer stand the taste of human blood. The smell of it makes me recoil.’ Cassandra’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched him, listening to his story. This was ridiculous but then again, this whole way of life seemed so surreal at times. ‘Your blood brother? Who?’ He shook his head ‘I can’t tell you that. Not yet. You’ll figure it out soon enough if. "Camille!!!" her mom practically screamed in relief as she hugged her.Her dad did his best to do the same while holding a shaking Cassidywho I saw had an accident with everything, but seemed to be fineotherwise. I used a spell to change her clothes to a new set and driedher. Her dad and mom looked at Camille, who pointed at me."Sorry, I know wet clothes are no fun." Neither are stinky pants?" Camille asked me.I shook my head. "Anyone happen to grab my bag?"Camille's mom looked guilty. "Sorry.