If it was a break-in, why had it happened after the attack on the lab had finished? More worryingly, noises from the roof just before I flew away migh... give them time to get vision gear pointed up toward the noise, catching me in flight.I preferred to leave the bastards with mysteries, because then they would chase around after all sorts of theories, wasting their time, resources and patience, and hopefully get nowhere. Leaving them specific details of my escape to think about, such as break-in. And well... mentally too I suppose."Lydia raised an eyebrow at that. "Hmm... that sounds like a story, do tell!" she said."Not much to say really. My wife, well... now my ex, left me for another guy. Had a hard time dealing with it and rather than booze or d**gs I guess food was my coping mechanism. After a couple of years eating my sorrows away, my doc said I was pre-hypertensive, pre-diabetic, and pre-paring myself for an early grave. So I started eating right and joined the gym." Well sorry. Things quietened down after that. He continued to go out and not tell mewhere he had been. His informers in the various New Mexico policedepartments had told him of a new gang that had moved in fromCalifornia. They ran weapons and drugs just like Erik's demons did, butwere more reckless and daring.Two weeks after their last visit, I was laying on our bed, reading aCosmo magazine, and heard vehicles parking outside the house. I knew thesound of everyone's bikes but I didn't know these ones.. I ran my fingers through her hairline and tucked her hair back behind her ear and received her caresses with a kind of frozen ecstasy. When her hand reached over my breast, the breath I took was as loud as the music playing downstairs still. My hands were on her breasts—so soft; so beautiful; so full compared to mine. She pulled up her T shirt as I pushed my face in between them. Her hand reached between my legs, touching me on top of my layer of clothing. She sighed and said, "I want to taste.