Foul, disgusting, unearthly breath. Utterly corrupted.My body over hers. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and torn, from my belly. My opened belly,...my torn, awful belly. Green and brown and stained and stinking. Entrails seeping blood that has long-ago lost its fight to suck in life-giving oxygen. Dark, dead, heavy, greasy mire. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. Barely flesh. The rip that was once my lovely agate jewel destroyed and open to the blade-scraped. She seemed almost as eager to mate with the males as Wachiwi who knew exactly what it was like. My guess was that it had been quite a while since she had a cock, indicating how long ago it probably was when her mate, Wachiwi’s father, had died.When it came time for her to be actively introduced to mating with a canine, she was much more active and deliberate than her daughter had been the previous summer. And, it wasn’t me who took the lead in instructing her, but her daughter, which only. ”“How long will that take?” Tom asked, as he stepped out of the car.“A couple of minutes should do,” Selina said. “Don’t you know anything about cars?”Tom answered, “Well, cars are a means of getting me from place to place.”Selina gasped and said, “They are so much more than that! They are incredible marvels of engineering, they are amazing works of art.” Selina caught herself, and put a hand over her mouth. She blushed and continued, “I guess some of Dad did rub off on me.”“It sounds like you. It looked like the time had finally come for The Ghost to act.The Ghost drew his staff and released both blades. He opened his door just enough to see out into the hallway. No one was there, so he opened the door enough to step out and cross the hall. He opened the door to the counting office and stepped inside in one fluid motion, closing the door behind him. He stepped to a place where he could see the entire room and examined it.Shit! It was a good thing that he had changed plans. That.