We went ahead chatting about his home town my hometown, life in general, till I realized we had just downed half a bottle of black label. But things f...lt nice, Guatam surprisingly was a good company. In our conversations I asked him “Guatam, where in life would you want to see yourself” with alcohol in his body the answer was quick and slurry “Sir… where you’re sitting now” I played sport, I said “That’s not hard (and I got up from the chair with my drink in hand)”. He looked at me surprised. I parted the bushes and planted my size seven boot on his back. He turned and rolled on to his side, surprised that I had managed to catch him off guard. “What the fuck?” Vegas exclaimed as I stared down at him, my hands on my hips. “Did you just call me a bitch?” I asked as he looked up at me. ‘No, no, no, no!” Vegas replied, backpedaling. “I said 'which type of candy bar so you want'?” “What do you have?” I asked. Vegas scooted out from under my boot and sat up. He dug through his ruck sack. You want to make this one to finish too. Not because you are ready to be done, just because you are desperate to make it feel good. You want it to to explode in your mouth because there are no other options available to it. You want to induce so much pleasure that you create a cascade effect within it which cannot be stopped.The tickling in your core is growing, and the smoldering fire within you is hovering on the edge of inferno, about to burst into flames which roar like a tiger. You are so. The last hunt before that was less than satisfying. He was anemic and I didn't get much from it." Anemic? That matters?" he asked curiously.He put his hand on her back to guide her from the room. She moved without thinking."Sure. The blood was low on iron and oxygen. It didn't feed me as well, sort of like if you tried to live on cotton candy. It tastes fine but offers nothing." She shrugged."What if the ... donor ... is drunk or high?"They'd reached the bathroom by then, and he stood at the.