?”“The mouth and ... oh.” Rhys blushed. He then nearly jumped off the bed as her long, dexterous tongue slithered between his butt cheeks.“Yes... ... The butt. I am pretty sssure Galdor would rather lop off his own hands than ambush your cute behind on a firssst date but if you are ssserious about doing this, you should know what to expect.” Chassari picked up the wand with her toes and curled her leg inwards in an impressive feat of contortionism, passing the slender piece of wood to her hand.. I should go home. It’s too late to be here. Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things. It wasn’t that she didn’t love the job, bigger museums had offered her jobs with better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed because she wanted to be with the collection. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb. She felt like one of the slaves buried with the old kings, tending the dead. I let it slide, cutting into flesh above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, blood flowing. I let him feel the promise of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, more ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his chain fast enough to kill me before I killed him.He tensed.My hand shot out and grasped his cock.He had softened. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I remember my boyhood sadness...Boyhood?...as the last of the cream-and-red beauties left the car barn that one final time. Yet here was a Route 64 flyer, matter-of-factly turning away. Bell clanging, big as life.I looked around trying to become oriented in time and space - that's what my therapist always says to do when I have a flashback. Flashbacks have become more prevalent lately, as I try to come to grips with.