But unlike a prisoner, I'd get a new life, andwasn't that a good thing? Of course it was! It had to be, unless Iwas making the biggest mistake of my...life.I thought some more about the prisoner on death row. He doesn't havethe luxury of putting an end to his own execution. He can't go to thewarden and say he's changed his mind, but I can. I can get out of thischair, march into the kitchen, and tell my parents that I don't want togo through with this.The thought of calling it off made me. He craved my pink nipples to bite and lick and before he knew it, he stumbled forward into my embrace and began to suck and devour my nips. I moaned appreciatively, as the nerves were still sensitive there. I fondled his muscles and the throbbing vascular veins across his biceps and triceps and shoulders. Fuck, I was starving, and couldn't wait anymore. I pushed him off of me and bit into his upper arm where a big, thick vein existed and I was rewarded with a gush of blood into my mouth.He. S a note to everyone who took the time to comment on my first story... “Becky’s Really Hot Day” ... IT WAS A SPOOF! Please see my bio for more details. My problem now is that I am working eight storylines at once and not getting any finished. For some reason this one grabbed my interest this morning and finished itself ... NO SEX I need to offer thanks to sbrooks103x who graciously agreed to edit this offering. He went beyond my wildest expectations and has my utmost respect. If there are. "Who's Fiona?" Fiona Bennet," Michael answered, and then he looked at me.I told Steven about waking up at Fiona's place and what we talked about. Finally, I looked back at Michael. "And I'm not sure about the relevance, but her mark is a complex circle on her back and it's gray." Is it as complex as yours?"I shook my head. "I only caught sight of it for a moment. I'm not sure." Well, you've met her. You can track her," Michael said.I nodded. What bothered me most was the attraction I had felt.