She wore no makeup (or so it seemed to me anyway) and pale caramel rose lipstick (What do I know about colors? I'm a guy. I believe in the eight basic...colors of the Windows palette.)Anyway, she looked great. I took a snapshot (which I still have on my iPad). She looked great. So naturally, I insulted her. I didn't mean to, it just came out."Wow. You look great. Really wonderful. I haven't seen you look this good with your clothes on, ever."I meant it as a compliment.The smile was wiped off her. I had totally forgotten.}{Happy Thanksgiving, } Missy said. {I had forgotten too.}{At least the rest of your family is aware of the world around us. Bonnie and Thelma are planning a big dinner. The turkey is already roasting.}{Thank God for Bonnie, } I said.{Amen, } Missy agreed.{Are we going to be scanning for Hunt again today?} Jude asked.{I had planned to, but with it being Thanksgiving, I don't know, } I said.{Think about it, } Jude said. {This might be the time he tries something. He'll. A clock tower chimed the hour and each time in unison she felt him spurt in her, as they cried out over and over, she clutched and suckled at his love with her own, until they were united. She slept with vivid colours, the smell of their secret in the room. In the middle of the night bathed in the moon, a shadow had rolled into her arms and had become alive inside her, leaving her gasping with lucid passion, spread beneath him as he sowed his seed into her quivering womb. In the morning he gave. "Aunt Claire already left," I told him as he surveyed the house. "So where are we going?" I'll let you know when we get there. For now though," he started up the stairs, "let's get you dressed." What I was wearing, pants and a t-shirt, was obviously not enough. He never hesitated on which room was mine, walking right on it; I was suddenly glad I'd straightened up earlier.He breathed deep, his eyes closed and head tipped back, a smile on his face. My room smelled like lilac and incense, a little.