And this provided solace. Even if it didn't feel enough.I decided tonight to sleep in a pair of pink schoolgirl panties I had bought online? they made...me feel young and cute as I curled up in bed. I remember that night feeling relaxed as I fell into sleep with the lace of my underwear riding up my butt and high on my waist. But what I remember more than that was the wonderfully vivid dream I had.I was lying on my bed and as I looked down I was dressed in one my favourite outfits. A black lace. The women would be abandoned, their bellies swelled with his half-breed offspring. By the time the progeny turned eight, they would begin to feed on their mothers, then wander the earth seeking more Prey.Iberian remembered the last copulation with Barbella, their wild, lunar cycle of pure overindulgence. A full 27 days of hunting, feeding, fucking and playing together. When they mated, they would forgo the act of sleep. They dined on the flesh of the Prey, from child to old they gorged. A few questions identifying myself as a reporter got me involved, these types always love to see themselves mentioned in print. I have to admit I was worried about getting a bulge in my trousers every time she spoke. She seemed almost removed from the scene around her. It was as if her mind was somewhere else. One by one the people in the group moved on to continue mingling and trying to impress others with their importance.Finally I said, "May I get you a fresh champagne?"She smiled, "Why yes. My adopted mom told me the truth as she lay dying of cancer, she was a great mom. I had to learn to call my aunt by a new name, mom and call Lena my sister, it was hard but I did it.This last year my life had changed, I moved from the suburbs to the city and life took such strange new paths. My aunt and Birth Mother had married a Cuban and Lena and I were both born to him, neither of us knew him, he had deserted mom when she was pregnant with me and I had been adopted and placed with Mother's.