. (Meanwhile, back at the Love Home)“That son of yours has become very charismatic,” Nevina said to Michael’s mother, Sarah, “To the point I f...nd myself slightly aroused when around him.”“You’re kidding, aren’t you. That’s so amazing to hear from a woman your age.”“Don’t kid a kidder, Sarah. I can tell how you were affected by that song you two just sang together. You were practically drooling over your own son. To be honest, I got a strange text last night”... I was sucking on April’s breasts,. The boy tried to master simultaneously looking bored, tough, and pitiful in his sling. Scratches and bruises covered his face and arms. His father, a stern looking Korean man in a crisp business suit sat rock steady with an expression of suppressed rage.Across the room from her sat Brandon Wyatt-Parsons and his father. Brandon looked the worst off of all of the boys. Large bandages covered much of his face and nose, and another was wrapped around his right wrist, which he scratched at. Can't you tell?" he asked. "Did you just fuck Cinderella?" I wondered. He smiled. "Yeah, she let me suck her blood too," he confessed in Dracula's voice. "Was she the secretary?" I inquired. "I don't know, but who cares? Anonymous sex is hot. Try it, maybe in your office," he suggested. He walked away, and left me thinking. Would I just want to fuck Jane, or try to start it differently? I was unsure, but I didn't want to over think it. I just wanted to find her, because I found myself becoming. By this point if Tempest wasn’t here, Dante would be hollering at Davis for his table manners, forcing him to move out of his line of vision. No matter how old he was or how much time had passed, Dante still hated being around Davis while they ate. he had to constantly yell at him to stop dropping food all over, to stop talking while eating, to eat with his mouth closed, to not breath so hard as he ate, to move away from him or to stop eating entirely. Davis knew for a fact that Dante read the.