I looked up at his face and was shocked to see, light, gleaming golden hair, and the greenest of green eyes behind a mardi-gras inspired scarlet mask.... Good god he looked like Damion. The grand pagan priest whom I had adored. I shivered, in fear, in anticipation, I wanted this one. If only for old times sake. Damion had been taken from me, but I could take pleasure in the image that looked like him. He caught me looking at him and I smiled before looking away. With a touch of the moonstone. Don raisedhis mouth to it, and fumbled a moment to fit his teethback into the marks that the had left. Then he bit heragain, more gently this time, on the tender skin. Oncemore poor Fanny caught on her breath, and squirmedslightly to try and wiggle her bottom away from Don’spetty torments.“Do you like it when I bite you?” he asked. “Do youwant me to do it again?”“Y-yes?” Fanny stammered, unsure what response Donwanted. Don cupped her other buttock in. Nothing. While the sound is muffled, it is slightly louder. I look up and see an air vent. Next room maybe? I leave the office, returning the door to its original position, and proceed further down the dimly lit hall. The next door must be the staff washroom. It has the washroom decal on the door, but a little sign taped to the door says, ‘Employees only, patrons may ask for outside latrine key at counter.’ I try to open the door, but it is locked. However, the mumbling is louder, the voice is. It was like ten by ten and we had a tv, video games and a fridge, microwave. It was a cool little man cave before there were man caves. It had a secret entrance. It was cool. Someone had bought their house and I was hoping that it would be a cool dude that I could hang with and continue to use the "hideout". Well when the new people moved in it was two girls. My mom invited them over to swim in our pool and have dinner to welcome them to the neighborhood. They showed up and the parents seemed.