”If Vixen thought Herbert was old, the ticket master was geriatric. Propped up on a cushioned stool, he sat behind a tacky chrome booth reading a fa...ed yellow newspaper. He barely moved. Quizzically looking at the catatonic staff member, Vixen began to wonder if they were in some sort of strange time capsule.While Herbert went to pay for the three of them, Vixen took in her new surroundings. The once pristine red velvet floor of the foyer now sat matted and stained. A strange smell she couldn’t. No, not a mother, a best friend.Even though I did... what I did to her, even though she admitted she didn't know how to feel, she still stayed by my side. And then, when I was better, well, what can be called better, she moved away. Emotionally. Physically. And it was like she was on a hill, far away from me, and I couldn't reach her. I couldn't run fast enough, or yell loud enough to get through to her. And I'll see her looking at me, and I wish to God I could read what was going on in her. [Gestures over shoulder] That sniveling Weasel over in the corner is my Assistant. I swear I must have been Hannibal Lecter or Josef Mengele in a former life to deserve that inept imbecile as an Assistant.Hey!Problem?Yeah... Why do you always have to insul...Good! If their are No Problems then shut the fuck up and lets get the ball rolling... But first a word from our Author.Greetings and Bienvenue, Welcome one and all to the weird and wonderful world of Marcus Dark and I will be the Omnipotent. That thin layer of cotton was still technically outside my clothes but it felt a lot better than it ever had before. I just lay there, limp on the outside but quivering and straining on the inside. I wanted to shout "Go ahead, touch it!" But all I did was whimper.Eddie must have read my mind. He petted my pussy through my panties long enough to be sure I wasn't going to stop him and long enough to detect the heat and dampness there. Then, tentatively, he slipped a finger just under the elastic.