As the woman and the girl silently moved through the forest, they came to a clearing where they heard the pitiful crying of the voice of a teenaged bo.... As they approached the crying sound, it abruptly stopped. Danka crept along some rocks and saw what had happened, a man was standing over the corpse of a boy that he apparently had just killed. The dead boy was wearing nothing but a pair of trousers and had his hands tied behind his back. The man was too distracted cleaning the boy’s blood off. She is approaching the bed, she kneels onto it and crawls up the bed. She turns to her left and smiles, not at me. “Come and put your pussy down here…” she pats on the bed in front of her. A friend of hers climbs onto the bed and opens her legs. She props herself up on the headboard and looks down onto her. She watches her as she starts to lick her pussy. I watch also, mesmerised by the scene in front of me, bewitched by two women pleasing each other with gentle strokes of their tongues along. . I'd left it all behind. No more comfortable drunken nights with theinternet, reading stories of improbable transformations, chatting with theothers who'd liked them... Here I am, walking down the high street of a new city, carrying everything Iowned on my shoulders... My bass guitar, sketchbooks, and far too manyclothes...So, I guess, about now, you're asking 'why'? Well, it wasn't anythingdramatic. Not a huge argument with my parents, not a fight with an ex-partner... no, it was nothing more. I went in and asked about Ajayan. She said he was bathing out in the pond. Hearing that made me eager to see his body again. So I made an excuse to go home that I forgot to call Biju.I walked to the side of the home, which was a blind spot to the pond. I looked for Ajayan. I couldn’t see him after few seconds. He came up to the surface of the water from under and swam towards the shore. He was wearing a towel around the waist. His dark, muscular body was shining.As there was no one around him,.