The cement leached the heat from her body as she squirmed, rubbing the blood smeared flesh across her body. Damien, Britney, Vicky, Mary, and Rosa fel... on her, licking Faust's blood from her skin.“So good,” Britney panted, her tongue licking at the blood staining Abigail's thighs.“Yes,” Rosa panted, the vampiress nuzzling at Abigail's neck. Her tongue licked up and down Abigail's neck, gathering Faust's blood.Damien lapped at the blood on her stomach. Abigail shuddered. Her thighs pressed. They were joking and laughing and then one took off his shirt, followed almost immediately by the other. They sipped their beer and talked. George could not hear what they said. What do boys talk about at that age? Girls, cars, motorcycles...? At thirty-two he felt much older, a different generation. It would never have occurred to him, when he was their age, to get a tattoo, especially not such extensive tattoos. One of them, the blond, had an abstract pattern in dark blue or black ink all the. .. is she ... crazy?” Sally asked.Gary chuckled knowing that Sally wasn’t the only one wondering that. Rather than answer the question, he said, “One of her fathers is a black robed Druid. Do you know what that means?”“The ... uh ... Hermaphrodite...,” Sally answered. “Uh ... the scary one...”“Yes. Well, her father has to tell the truth. He can’t lie, not even little white lies. That’s pretty bad when the wife asks if her outfit makes her look fat and he has to answer that it does.”Sally. All he knew was that the aeroplane was shaking. Yes, of course it was nothing but minor turbulence. He wasn't stupid. He understood that. The problem lay in the fact that all of his understanding was irrelevant. Illogically but inescapably, he was scared to death.It was the first time that he had flown in twelve years. The last time had been a long trip back from Lagos, Nigeria. Over the Sahara the aeroplane had hit bad weather, which had continued all the way home. Then, because of some.