Just let me know when you’re done. I could probably use a bath, too.” “I didn’t want to say anything,” Alicia said in over-the-top innocent ...ones. She then touched a glass globe hanging from the ceiling, bathing the interior of the tent in soft, white light. Thakkor shook his head at the incredulity of the sequence of events he’d experienced since hearing Alicia’s scream in the night. With a little chuckle, he stepped out of the tent to gather wood. As soon as the tent flap closed behind him,. I knew that she was lying to my face, and every time she told a blatant or even a possible lie, my cock would stir in my jeans. The more outrageous or obvious the lie, the more I would spring to life. My fetish, you see, is what I now recognize to be an insatiable lust for lies, and it is also the basis of my committed relationship with my short, extremely cute, busty, big-assed brunette wife Hannah.Hannah didn't just lie to me to conceal her promiscuity, though, she would lie to me to. "Well, thank you for your barely veiled threats and obscure pseudo-prophecy," I remarked. "Please, feel free to keep them to yourself from now on. Oh, and I hope the door hits you on the way out."He'd taken a few steps towards the door but, at my remarks, came striding back angrily. "You are a half-breed mongrel cur," he snarled, "good for nothing but use as a whore or the lowest slave. I will show you your place." He pulled his hand back and I called my dagger to my hand, adrenaline coursing. She called out for me in fear for her safety.I saw in my mind that Grace had been walking alone through the park only blocks away from her apartment and was now surrounded by a group of shadows. A chide was at the tip of my tongue but that wasn't the most important issue at hand. It was more than flight. I was there in a heartbeat. She was in danger.My fangs grew stabbing my lower lip. I did not care who would see. I was going to protect my living heart. I thrust myself through the curtains and.