It means a lot that you're putting that trust in me." I do trust you, Amy. And I pushed past that fear. But the next thing was another form of fear. T...is time, about me. Could I be sure that I wasn't just falling for you sexually? I mean, I had to admit, the sexual part has been pretty awesome."Amy's lilting laugh came through the phone. "That's an understatement, and I appreciate the underlying complement. What did your heart tell you?" Not to worry. I was falling for the complete package, for. Pissing in her open mouth was so wild, she drank it, almost my whole load, wow, she was a wild child, when she stood, she belched, told me it tasted like warm piss, giggled delightfully, frenched me savagely, her wet tits grinding my chest just right. We spent the afternoon cuddling, kissing, whispering to each other. I made her lunch, we feeding each other the pastina and butter, no clothes, lots of touching, sweet talking, lovers for sure. Her wanting to spend the night, so damn alluring, to. Making our way towards the center, we passed people in various stages of grief. Some were openly weeping, others looked like they'd withdrawn into themselves, a few were angry. I spotted several of my one-time enemies, though I wasn't sure they saw me; one of the reasons I had my hood up.The other was that it helped buffer the miasma of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me. I was a relatively weak Empath, meaning I could feel what others were feeling, but only if they were feeling it very. You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and.