"Seven years or, as I like toput it, two wonderful years." Really," she said, arching her eyebrows. "That's, uh, great." What?" I said, girding myself... "What does 'uh, great' mean?" Nothing," she said. "Forget I said anything."I knew what she was talking about. Back when I was a freshman incollege, she attended community college with my friend Quinlan. Hisgiven name was Dan but, at some point in high school, everyone startedcalling him just Quinlan. Teachers, his brother, everyone. Only. “It’s one of my favorite colors to wear. I’m actually wearing it right now.” She turned to look at my jeans and black shirt. And then playfully raised an eyebrow."Is that so?" she said.I sat down next to her and ordered a drink. She declined my offer to get her a refill."I’ve already had one," she said. “I don’t want a stranger to take advantage of me.”“Because you’d rather take advantage of him?” I asked. She smiled in response. We talked and flirted. My cock was already semi-hard in my. The only expression of affection he seemed to be able to interest her in was attention to her breasts. They were small, pale, and pert, and when he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples she rolled her head in ecstasy. Once, in the heat of the moment, he bit them, and this finally seemed a language she could understand, and she grew even more excitable than usual. They spent long nights stretched out on the fur pelts by the fire, learning one another’s bodies. Winter came and went. The snow fell. Since both blood trails were semi-dry I didn’t give either of them a second look, instead focusing on getting undressed as ordered by Alexa. It only took me a few more minutes to unstrap my ballistic vest and to get rid of the t-shirt that I’d been wearing under it.“So what do you think?” I asked casually as I tossed my kit aside.“I think that you’re a very lucky bastard,” Alexa muttered stiffly as she looked me over in the fluorescent lighting of the room. “A few inches higher and you’d have.