“You have such a filthy mouth. ‘Fuck this!’ ‘Fuck that!’ I think you just wanna get FUCKED! Who knows maybe is you do you’ll be less of a ...itch.” She spat in his face his face as she tried to remove his hand. His eyes were red again. “Tsk tsk tsk you’re gonna be more compliant in a second.” His pulled he closed and bit and sucked her neck leaving a noticeably sized hickie on her neck. Then he released her as the shape of the bruise began to move and change in the shape of a dragon wrapped. Her eyes were a glowing brown, like they had a light behind them. I couldn't take my eyes from hers and then she leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were moist and supple, it was like no other kiss I had ever had before. She tasted of honey and wood smoke. I felt my clothes being removed and I moved to help but we never broke the kiss. Then she lowered me naked to the chaise. I spread my legs as I felt her tongue began to touch me. I never felt so wet before. I had let boys touch me but they didn't. We didn’t want to disturb you, and so we waited until this morning.”“Explain, please.”“Marshall was taking the limousine from the garage last night about ten o’clock to have it run through our normal car wash. About a block from here he was stopped by a red light. Just as the light changed the car windshield was pelted with three raw eggs. The driver saw just enough of the vandal to identify him as our mystery man from the fake car bomb. While this seemed like pure vandalism, it does show that. Francesca sat close by. She was a lean blond girl, a little bit taller and older, wearing a short, lightweight chiffon dress, high-necked and closed on the back with a single button, with an elastic waistband, loose-fitting on her legs. She had a face with marked features, an open smile, fleshy lips and white teeth, dark and deep eyes. She was talking to her easily, now and then repeating her name, Michelle, so that she started relaxing and smiled. Francesca got closer and kissed her on a.