She slowly turned to face me. It was Nigella Lawson. "I've been dying to poke around your pantry, Nigella," I told her. "You think you're such a r...gue, don't you Gordon?" she scolded me playfully, a naughty twinkle in her eye. "But you're really just a boorish brute. Jamie is much nicer. And cuter. Even if I can really spank his bottom when it comes to cooking." "What are you trying to make?" I asked, shaking my head as I came over to examine the contents of the sink, and, at the same. A fragment of bloody skull lingered on her left breast, and she raised it to her lips before crunching satisfactorily.“Occidia, must you interfere in the games of men?”“Eligor, dear friend, I have no idea why it worries you so that I sometimes join in the fray. You get your souls no matter who wins, the bargain is made. The spoils are fair game.” Occidia used her forefinger to remove a shard of bone from her teeth, and then crushed it. The trace of her own arousal lingered on her. And I didn't mind taking her as Valerie; mom's friend had a couple of sweet looking twin daughters. I'd become friends with them too and we'd spent some interesting moments together whenever we came for a visit.My father had passed away shortly after I had turned eighteen, now at twenty-two, living in my own place, I still enjoyed taking mom once a month at least for a weekend visit with her friend.I understood mom's reluctance to start dating or seeing anyone again, but the fact was, she was. “It’ll be tough comingvery often, but for another turn with you, maybe I can figuresomething out.” He was rising from the bed, trying to rememberwhere he’d left the bag with his street clothes. She sat up on the bed grinning and reached over with herfingers to squeeze his deflated penis. “What’s wrong, can’t makeit again?” she cooed up at him. “Not now, I’ve got to get going. And I’ve got a lot ofthinking to do about.