"Rayanne and Farren giggled when she said that. I started to worry.The angel continued. "Number four, no sex in the main room. Find an empty room."Num...er five, if a door is closed, don't enter. If a door is open, you can either watch or join in. If the room is empty, they you may do what you please with your partner, or partners."Number six, we are all consenting adults here. No, means 'no.' If you are caught forcing yourself upon another guest, you will be removed and banned."Number seven, you. I could hear my name in the mangled ‘deadspeak’ and the hunger which fueled her was a knot of pain in my stomach. I lay awake, hearing her call ‘Gabriella’ while all the world wondered what the strangled cries of ‘Gothel’ could mean. I had birthed a nightmare, a never-ending, life-consuming monster. The hunger she felt, the hunger for a soul lost in death, could never be satiated. The monster lusted for chaos and destruction, was gluttonous for the flesh of the living, the flesh of the pure.. Alone she could stand before a full length mirror for an hour looking at her naked body remembering every time her son had enjoyed a part of her.She was her son's slut, and she would do anything for him.Lately, Tim had found reason to spend time at his friend Jerry's house more frequently. Mrs. Muller had called each time to ask Tim's mother if it was okay. Laura soon realized her son often came home from that house very excited, and she was pleased that she was still able to fulfil a young. ”She nodded, then sighed deeply and searched my eyes for something more reassuring. I glanced at her hands gripping her empty coffee mug.“What are you thinking?” She looked at me over the rim of her mug.“I'm thinking how brave you are to do this.”“I'm scared. I've never done anything like this.”“Me either.”I reached for her hands. She released the coffee mug and took mine.“I can't believe this is happening. I'm actually doing something. Thank you for taking this chance with me. I don't know.