“I’ve killed before.” Scumbags that deserved it, but still.Again, the darkness laughed, and a mix of its alien voice and Southern accent filled ...he small catacomb.“That you have, little missy. I can see it on you, dripping off you, the color of murder, of a killer.” Another chuckle, but it was the words he used that sent a painful shiver up her spine. “That’s good. Takes a real predator to be a witch, Beatrice. And, if you really want to do the things ancient witches could do, the things Jacob. ”“You’re not from here, then, are you?”I shook my head. “No, why?”Daniel laughed softly. “Gays are all going to hell. At least that’s what the people say here.”“I’ve never heard that,” I said, watching him closely.“It doesn’t matter,” he said as he stood. “Let’s get something to eat. I came here for a hot dog.”My stomach reminded me that we hadn’t eaten. “Me, too.”Daniel and I bought our hotdogs and drinks, and we began to talk about anything and everything. We finished the meal, and we ended. Since the birth of our children, both women always looked full of energy in the morning, perhaps the results of the many active nanomites in their systems. I told the women about my dream, casting aside technology details that would have no context to them. They were both happy that I had a new fragment of my life back, neither felt concerned about the revelation that a former lover had a tie to me. It surprised me how casually they accepted that I had another woman somewhere. Perhaps not. This girl was really masturbating right in her face. Gigi didn't know what to think. She wasn't interested in her pussy, not really. But instead, in the golden liquid that dwelled inside her. When would she ever have another chance like this, to taste someone else's? She bargained with her negative thoughts and held out for her chance, excited and scared of the impending commands. The girl swirled her fingers around as her lips began to moisten. She bit her bottom lip and grinned devilishly,.