.. endlessly single it seems. There’s never been anyone that’s charged into my life, swept me off my feet and made me want to give up the lifestyl... I’ve become accustomed to and very comfortable with. Sex to me is a huge driving force and I’ve never had a problem satisfying my urges with a large number of very pleasant and, to me, very attractive women over the years. During one very hot stretch of summer weather I had stopped to talk with them over the fence one morning when it was still. He became a regular joining us, would even stop just for a blow job once in a while. One Sunday morning we were laying in bed when she asked who's Stan told her a guy Roger and I know that sucks cocks, asked if he had sucked mine told her yes a few times said she wanted to see it. I told her Stan is gay but he will eat pussy and if we go to his house he will want to eat you, she was fine with that said call him she's going to shower and get ready, pick out what you want me to wear. Got out her. I handed Amber Jane's badge and we slipped past security with no problem.Amber and I walked side by side to room 515, Henry's room. "I'm not so sure about this anymore." she said. "Why, he's not contagious or anything." "Talking about it is one thing, but now we're here and it's something else entirely. "Ok if you want out just...just go." Amber turned to the exit then stopped. "Tamara?" she said. "I think you need to ask yourself why you care so much for this patient. You were willing to hire. As another moan escaped Kerillian’s lips, she heard the scratching of claws against stone, announcing the imminent arrival of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the creatures, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the sounds coming towards her.“Elf-flesh.”“New slave-thing.”“Slave-flesh fun-fun.”The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian’s ability to discern just how many there were, or to pick out any individual voice amongst.