Two long, straight curtains of equally-black hair framed her face, pale from a life in the dark. ‘Who are you?’ she asked again, louder this time....In contrast to her singing, the girl’s voice sounded odd. Off, somehow. Almost as though she was talking from the other side of a thick, warped sheet of glass, though without the sound being muffled. ‘I— I’m—’ ‘Don’t stutter,’ she said. This time her words seemed to roll backwards as well as forwards, though no less discernibly. ‘Eldrian,’ he blurted. The long scar from temple to jaw, the cane he used for support – despite his relative youth. She didn’t know the man, although he appeared to know her. Suddenly, Joelle’s green eyes widened and her hand moved to her mouth. ‘Nick?’ she blurted. ‘It’s you, isn’t it?’ Again, her eyes moved over him. ‘What happened to you?’ Joelle reached out to her former lover but stopped short of touching him, his injuries appeared recent. ‘Long story, Got five minutes for a coffee …?’ Nick watched through the. What I can best describe as a warm shiver went through my body. I laid my hand on the back of his head and involuntarily gently pushed down. His warm mouth slid three-quarters down the length until it hit the back of his throat. He stayed there for a dozen seconds, moving his tongue around in the limited space of his stuffed mouth then started moving up and down. I moved my hand to the back of his neck and watched as a portion of my cock became visible and then disappeared again back into his. ‘DAMNIT why did I forget – I never do that!’ His cum was now leaking out onto her thighs. Cokehead sprang off the bed and grabbed the other man’s slacks and pulled $100 bill from the wallet, rolled it tightly and walked over to Opie. He removed the duct tape from his mouth with one swift pull. ‘Dave, open your mouth, here’s the money you owe me.’ He said. Opie didn’t get it but he did what he was told. Then Cokehead whispered his directions in her ear and she grinned. She rolled off the bed.