While I had suspected as much, the revelation stung myheart. Yet, I had been so glad he was alright. I still was."Can you forgive me?" Bemariq asked.T...ough my eyes were bleary, I said: "Yes. You got your punishment forwanton behaviour." Another lump appeared to my throat. "But if youfeel... If you feel you need a r-real woman--" No! No. It was not like that." Bemariq's arms crushed me against him."She made herself enticing, and I foolishly assumed I was in control.That little peck didn't seem. " Except my blood didn't say "frigging." Or anything at all, really, since blood doesn't talk. If it did, it probably wouldn't call me a bitch, either. That's just impolite."You like it," said my blood. "Don't you, slut?" Or maybe that was the priest. No, it was my non-talking blood, trying to make me look like a liar."Grr," I growled. "Braaaiiins!"Then I stood up.The priest looked surprised. "I'm surprised you can still stand up," he elaborated."Vampires are burnt by holy water," I said. "Not. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue. Heoften missed meals while working, but a whole day without was adifferent matter. That would be harder to ignore.Putting a meal on the top of the list of priorities for when Kenreturned, Tyler got back on track with his thoughts. As he did, heabsently noted an itch on his chest and reached up to scratch at it.The moment he started the first rake of his nails, though, his handfroze as he winced in pain.?Ow ... ? Tyler complained, switching from scratching to rubbing at theaggravated spot. .