He had been so much help, I was going to have to tip him five-hundred dollars to get square.As we drove along Avenue of the Americas, I thought about ...he terrible things that happened to me since exchanging my body for Brian's, and how these events brought me to New York City with four fabulous friends and a sick little girl that needed me to get help to survive.If Doctor Abrams finds a cure for Jennifer, maybe Brian and I were pieces used by God to help her survive to fulfill His purposes.If. My fingernails sprouted claws. Fury hissed from me as jaws snapped down at my face, green eyes reflecting death. I struck the dog’s muzzle with a slashing blow. Its head jerked before its snapping jaw bit by my ear, almost tearing into the sensitive spot. My ear twitched back as my lithe body squirmed beneath the beast.Around me, dogs snarled. Master shouted, blocking snapping jaws with his arm, blood spurting. His dagger flashed. The dog whimpered, staggering away in a spurt of crimson, the. “Yeah, I guess.”“Do you want to jerk off?”“Not here, it wouldn’t be right.”She slid her finger over my glans and then brought it to her lips. The tip of her tongue touched it and then she sucked on her finger. “It tastes good, a bit like me, actually.”“You mean, you..?”“Of course I do, it’s normal to masturbate.”I had a flash of Raven lying on her bed rubbing her clit and my cock became even harder as a new drop formed.“Can I have it?” she asked.“I guess.”She quickly leaned down and licked it. Enough self-deprecation to make me want to love him harder. And that face. That goddamn body.I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. Would the risk pay off? How could I tell him the kind of sex I was into? I couldn’t speak about things like that. We talked about running for god’s sake! Running and pretty French desserts and art. Not sex. Easy conversations covering up clenched fists. Something hard underneath. Steel. Like powdered sugar on a gun. The pretence of sweetness. Beneath the.