Erin was slightly aghast at the amount of food young boys could consume without any signs of distress."Ready for me to shoot you in the face?" asked J...cob."Bring it on little man," replied Shawn.The boys bolted from the table. Before he left the room James stopped and turned around."Thank you for dinner Ms. Sinclair," said James before following his friends.Erin busied herself with cleaning up the remains of dinner and addressing other small tasks around the house. Only twice did she have to. A cry. A wail. It was unearthly. Inhuman. It was unstoppable. Unbearable. Impossible. It was me. The sound was me. Besides the indescribable pleasure and the unimaginable pain, it appeared it was all that was left of me. By degrees, I became aware once more of the room. The dust. The noise. The sweat. The clammy cold. And still Hercules effortlessly, relentlessly, penetrated my squelching, battered loins till again I drowned in blissful rapture. Over and over, the pleasure grew, blossomed and. Were you hurt before or after your ... episode?”He stopped, turned and glared at her. “It was because of the episode. I was physically injured, which is why I spent so long trying to protect myself.”“What are you talking about? There was no one anywhere near you.”“Then how do you account for my injuries? Granted, there aren’t many photos of me from before the incident, but I was fine beforehand.”“Were you really?” she said. He didn’t stop walking.“Despite what you’ve decided, not everything is. He looked back. ‘Hey,’ he said, slowing down. ‘I would love to go to dinner with you tomorrow night.’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘Well,’ he said, a big, smug grin crossing his face. ‘I guess you decided to come around after all.’ ‘I guess I did.’ ‘You won’t be disappointed. I know an excellent place we can go. Text me your address, and I’ll pick you up at eight.’ ‘Great. I’m excited. See you then,’ said Jasmine, as they exited the building. ***** ‘Please, Marcus!’ Deon pleaded from the doorstep..