This would be my art, my life. I was the fucking genius of my little town, I was the only truly superior human these people had ever known. I knew wha... life was about, and I accepted my nature... the nature to kill.When I was only five years old I remember dreaming such things as fires and blood, some things so horrible that when I told anyone about them they'd either insult me or give me a cold, morbid stare that told me I was some sort of moster, but I didn't understand. These dreams of. . mind if I sit?" She didn't. At least she didn't say otherwise, and she didn't strike me as the type of woman that would be timid about telling my type of man to piss off. She wasn't the type to exchange many pleasantries and any feeble attempts at conversation were stifled by the feel of her toes against my groin. She was as dark as licorice, with the bearing of a tomboy that had come into her own once puberty hit. She knew what she wanted and had no time for those who couldn't give it to. I partly opened my lips so Tom could observe the pulsing white semen spurting onto my tongue. I swallowed and throated once more. Nick retreated and pulled up his jeans. “Still got it mate. Fucking amazing feeling being blown by you. Cheers Ben. I better get me chores done. See ya!” And he was gone. I looked at Tom who was stripping off in my bathroom. I went to him and grabbed him. I kissed him on his open mouth. He kissed me back. “Can you taste him?” I softly asked. His tongue entered my. I have an appointment with a local builder on Monday.”Dad stared at him with his mouth open. “You’re meeting with Roger Baker, right? Of Baker and Campbell, right?”Now it was Jerry’s turn to stare. “Yes. How did you know?”“I’ll be damned!” Daddy exclaimed. “I’m Tom Campbell! I’m Roger’s partner!” He looked over at me and then back to Jerry. “I will be damned!”He held his hand out and Jerry shook it. “I hadn’t planned to meet you this way,” he commented. “I feel like I’m back in high school and.