"Tell Carlos what you want for breakfast. I've got to pick up Paul," she said, leaving the room.Carlos appeared smiling and said, "Yes, miss?"I was hu...gry and ordered a big breakfast, complete with orange juice."Are Mr. Patrick and Miss Ellie coming down soon?" They're up, so probably, Carlos," I replied.I was drinking coffee when Patrick and Ellie entered."Breakfast is on the way," I told them."Good," Patrick said.They got coffee and Carlos came in with a covered tray. He lifted the cover and. She had a vagina, so I gently parted her lips. Inside there I found her urethra. Hence, she didn’t have a ‘penis’; she has a giant clitoris. Her clitoris, covered in foreskin, was erect and proud. It could be very easily mistaken for a penis, which, I would say, was slightly larger than my thumb.I gently retracted her foreskin. It went about three-quarters of the way, stopping due to Ashley’s discomfort. Through the foreskin, I did see the shape of her glans. The tip of the glans had no. Since they had killed themselves, he couldn’t harvest their souls for information, and there was no one left alive for him to interrogate. The heart attack victims were dead the moment they hit the floor.“Ugh, what a waste of perfectly good souls,” he cursed.He had unleashed his bloodlust just to make them obedient, but rather than breaking their will to resist, he broke their will to live. It seemed he hit them with too much. He’d have to go easy next time, though it would be a lie to say he. Heart broken, and mailed to me like a cheap postcard from Graceland, I was cocooning myself in the protective bubble of friends, alcohol and distraction. ‘You have the most beautiful green eyes’ he said and his gold band of promise was ignored. His look would caress my shoulder from across the room, his toes innocently touching mine were secretly begging me to allow him into my world of words, scars and eating ice-cream, a skill that I had so phallically perfected that it could weaken the knees.