He looked to be perpetually grease stained. The man turned and spat a stream of tobacco juice to the ground. Steam rose from the stinking mess in the ...old December air.Waylon resisted the urge to look down at his feet to see what he was standing in."Whut cain I dew fer yeh?" the man's accent was thick and nearly incomprehensible."Good afternoon. Mr. Newberg in town says you have a driver's side airbag that will fit my truck."The grease blackened face was split by a smile, "Well, I surely do.. John hesitated. “Um, if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to talk from here.”“I’ll not harm you.” The Patriarch assured him. “Combat is not my function. Death comes for all beings, and cares nothing for the manner in which it arrives.”“Yeah, well you keep saying I’m going to die.” John pointed out. “And that’s not something I’m keen to do just yet.”A rasping rumble vibrated the room.“And yet, all who come to this place do just that.” The Patriarch insisted. “Most remain, and a few return to. I thought back to the various places I'd left a piece of Karen – and a piece of me. Could we ever reclaim the parts of us we leave behind? I also thought about myself and worried about my self-centeredness.As I started my slow ride east, I realized how I'd compartmentalized my life since Karen died. There were my memories of Karen and our life together for eight years. I had been trying to separate those from the reality of my current life – to put those memories behind me because her death had. One hand resting on the back of her head, Mark leaned on the desk and watched dispassionately how his member slid between her lips. Dana's tongue moved around the rock hard shaft and he felt his prick throb as the blood pulsed through his veins. He heard her greedy slurping as she feasted, and it turned him on even more.Behind her, Robert wanted her naked. Well, almost. He turned his attention to the clasp holding the skirt together. While Dana greedily devoured Mark’s manhood, she sensed the.