Of course we had our differences. I had dirty blond hair, while my friend had dark brown hair. But there was a much bigger difference. Most people did...'t know it and we hid it as much as we could as well. Only our families and a very few select group of people knew it.You see my full name is Cameron Luke Taft. But my friend's full name is Cameron Stacy Romero. Yep, that's right, she's a girl. Well more of a Tomboy actually, but we definitely don't have the same plumbing. When we talked we. To my pleased surprise, hers opened to a perfect match. When our lips met, they opened to hungry maws where our tongues thrust and attacked one another’s. This level of passion caused my stomach to drop in exact proportion to the rising of my erection, filling me with a warmth that I could not even understand.Even to this day, it was the most thrilling kiss in my life. I thought I was doing it well, but later realized I was only mirroring Rina. From the way, our lips melded the squirming. “Hence why we introduced printing presses.”“Ah, how generous of you,” Sasha muttered.Darryl, meanwhile, was starting to scribble out some notes from the history book. He had finished writing out the sentence Rome, bereft of direct draconic leadership for nearly five years, fell into near complete ruin when he paused, then flipped to the back of the book to check the author’s photograph. Rather than a scholarly picture of a wise looking human, as most authorial photographs were in human. For the next few days I was up to my eyes in arranging the funeral and such like. Martin Hodge, the odious brother, had turned up but spent most of the time closeted with his sister, who was by now a complete wreck and was swallowing handfuls of Valium. I tried to talk her out of taking so many pills, but she looked at me with dull glazed eyes as if I were a stranger. At the funeral service I had to hold her upright, and I more or less carried her from church to crematorium, and then back to.