I sighed, “Moira will be arriving tomorrow sometime. My parents are driving out of town to pick her up from the airport.” I saw in the corner of ...y eye that Amanda had faced me, “She’s not flying into our airport?” I shook my head, “No. I guess it was cheaper to fly to where my parents are going. My dad says that he needed to go over there anyways to get some supplies so he’s killing two birds with one stone.” “So are we going with them tomorrow?” I sighed again, “My parents told me that. Thatimpossibly angered him. “Down,” she said, pointing atthe wet grassy earth with the gun. He lowered himself,onto his back, never letting his eyes stray from thegun. She kept the gun on him with one hand, and withthe other hand began taking her own pants off. “Goddamn button flies,” she muttered, but finally gotthem off all right. It was queer, but he found himselfusing body English to try to help her take them off.She began taking her panties off, then simply tore. She almost gasped when she saw his upper body. His pecs were pronounced and well defined along with large muscles on his arms. But perhaps his most outstanding feature were his abs. They looked like the abs some male models had on beach shoots. And he had tattoos everywhere. She and her friends thought that tattoos on a man were sexy. They made him look like a criminal. They made him look like a thug. And now this gorgeous sexy Black thug was going to fuck her; this gorgeous sexy man owned her!. In the blink of an eye, she – shifted, I couldn’t find another word. Her skin paled, her grey-blonde hair grew black and curly, her soft face grew harder and her eyes darkened to small coals. I forgot to breathe when her breasts enlarged into voluptuous orbs and symbols faded into existence all over her body. “She’s…She’s one of your…” “Of my kind, yes.” I felt strong fingers take my hand and pull it into his lap, but I couldn’t bring myself to mind, not even when I felt my fingers wrap around.