We drank some champagne and put down our glasses then she kissed me again, this time she also grabbed my cock through my trousers and found that it wa... only semi hard. “I had hoped you would be more excited than that to see me” she smiled. “We’ll have to do something about that”. She unzipped my trousers undid them and lowered them to the floor. She then pulled down my briefs releasing my cock and proceeded to suck it very expertly. Very shortly it was standing to full attention. She pulled my. It was easy to do. Back in her tomboy phase, she ran the local gang of neighborhood boys. She was a tough scrapper willing to throw down and wrestle with anyone. Even when she let her hair grow out, replaced the shorts for skirts, and adopted more feminine traits, I never quite escaped her shadow.Band, drama, didn’t matter where she went, I followed. Her social circles were my social circles and her friends were my friends. We were a well-known package deal. You didn’t get her without me. I. Only for a moment. As the alcohol soaks into my sleeping self I become further detached. There is no life in the ocean, there is only me. When I awake I find I have washed up onto land. My boat is in pieces along the shore. I am cut and bruised, blood oozing from my open wounds. I know I am alive. The blood tells me. I stop and listen to my blood. It is the first voice I have heard in days, months, centuries. It tells me secrets about myself, things I never wanted to know. Falling to my knees I. . I rise to my feet, kicking Victoria's shoes aside and pausing for a moment to gaze down at the sleek, athletic, tight-assed young corpse crumpled on the carpet at my feet. Good shooting, I notice; five crisp punctures through the fine wool jacket, into Victoria's muscular back and out through the mid-abdomen in a tight, even line between her navel and the second or third rib.I shove one foot under Victoria's soft, flaccid midsection and, kicking up sharply, throw her limp, heavy carcass over.