A slight smile crept up on his face as he looked up into the sky, it looked like God had heard him after all. Live or die, God had heard him, and God ...as with him. Maybe it was because of the lack of residual city lights, but those stars back home didn’t seem nearly as radiant as they were now. Just looking up at them was peaceful. It gave him a chance to recover, his heart rate slowly went down, his adrenaline was wearing off, and at least for now his brain no longer had to think ten steps. My breath started to go ragged, I felt intense pain around the bite, and I felt my vision blur. It only got worse until I passed away.I sat up and found that I could not control my bladder. I could still remember the pain, although it was brief it hurt bad like really really bad. I just curled into a ball and waited not even the scuttling made me move or the teeth when I felt them.I woke up again and decided to explore and figure out if there is a way to beat those monsters. Worst case I will. Mary also became an exhibitionist. She would flash me her titties, spread her legs, and allow her towel to drop to the floor if I was watching.It wasn’t long before my little sister was sucking my cock two or three times a day. She was always completely nude to suck it in the morning and at night but after school she was usually dressed but not all of the time. She loved giving me blowjobs and swallowing my cum. She never wanted anything in exchange either although she would let me play with. Patricia has graciously allowed me to take her beguiling heroine into the most tumultuous period of recent Irish history. A disclaimer: Though there will be (of course) sex and sensuality, for large portions of the coming venture there will be none. I prize characterization and plot over all else, indeed, in a kind of twisted voyeuristic way, characters you know and care about making love is far more sensuous and sexy than just some random sex-tale. In my humble opinion, anyway. Thanks very.