I was enraged. As I snapped his neck his last thought exploded inside my head. Evangeline, mi aime jou. The sick love he felt for her flashed through...me like the heat from a solar flare. Grunting, I shoved his lifeless body away from me and fell to my hands and knees, breathing heavily. I was suddenly aware of how empty my own soul was. I felt the crushing loneliness that I had for centuries denied. I ached for her. I pined. Evangeline. It wasnt hard to find her. She was his niece and Henri. He kneeled on the bed between Marisa’s legs stroking his throbbing cock, gazing into her eyes with a predatory look. “Baby, why don’t you show daddy that little pussy,” he demanded softly. At those words, Marisa felt herself get soaking wet, and her face flushed as she further opened her legs and reached down to part her lips to expose herself completely. Jeremy grunted with approval and reached out to slowly slide two of his fingers inside, pressing down her swollen clit with his thumb as he. When you get back there, let me out, and I'll run inside and grab it."He pulled up in front of the club, and I hopped out. Had I thought about it a little more, I might have asked Dennis to go and get it himself. There was the groupie issue to worry about; I generally tried to minimize the amount of time I spent inside these clubs before and after shows. But there had been no groupies in attendance earlier, and there would be none now. Dennis had left the cassette near the back of the club, not. Ken's eyes filled with tears, seeing Jane laying there, her skin so pale. Her pulse, at least according to the machines, was slow, and she had all kinds of monitors hooked up to her, as well as an IV drip. The curtain was pulled back and a young doctor entered."What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Can't you see this woman is injured?" She's my wife," said Ken, "now get out." Excuse me? You can't..."Ken looked away from Jane and in a very quiet voice he cut the man off."Get. Out. Now."The man.