. Adam ... papi ... please!” Carlita kept begging me, but she wouldn’t say what for or against.I saw dark circles around her lovely brown eyes, to.... I didn’t hesitate further, kissing my way down to her neck, on company time no less. I made no attempt to hide my intentions, turning Carlita’s head to bare her neck to my fangs. Carlita’s days as a human weren’t just numbered. The sands of that hourglass just ran out.‘Adam ... Adam ... papi ... oh, God! Dios mio!” Carlita panted and I could smell. Someone was wrong. My shoulders feel as though they will be yanked from their sockets, every time my body is dragged over a new lump. Rocks bite into my back, dragging their sharp points through my unprotected flesh. My lightweight dress is in tatters, doing nothing to protect me from the ravages of the forest floor. Through this all I do not stop screaming, and the hunters kick me from time to time, in an effort to shut me up. Finally I hear more voices, and I am dragged out of the forest and. That's much more complex than it seems because people often attack out of necessity, or with moral justifications like self-defense or the belief that pre-emptive self-defense is necessary even if it's not, or with honestly good intentions that have been corrupted because someone has given them false information. Motivations are rarely one-dimensional; greed, revenge, misunderstandings and many others are often mixed in and then complicated by information being so distorted, which would make it. My lips kissed her shoulders up to her neck.“Mmmmm,” Megan purred. “Starting early are you?”“No time like the present,” I whispered in her ear.“You might have to wait, my horny boy, I feel like a freight train ran over me. The ceiling is spinning and my stomach is not in the best of shape,” Megan said as she rolled over onto her back.Running my fingers up her stomach to her chin, I could tell she was not doing well. Her skin was clammy, her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot. “Looks.