All three of us were setting in a booth and I was setting by Fred and Fred was setting across from Shana. we were feeling good from the beer. Fred and...Shana were making eyes at each other. Next they were holding hands and they stood up leaning across the table, that made me feel like a fixture on the wall where I was leaning. ******************** They spoke to me that they wanted to go home. I was the one who had a car. when we got in the car Fred and Shana got in the back and started kissing. And as she said the word, she tilted her head a bit and pursed her lips just a little, causing her cheeks to wrinkle slightly, adorably – ‘else I can do for you?’ Although my mind had been very actively imagining the things I wanted to do with this real-life Lolita fantasy who had been sitting before me for the past hour or so, the invitation almost knocked me off my feet again. The confidence with which she asked that question was so complete. There was no look of shame or embarrassment, no. I hit my face with what nowfelt like big soft clubs at the end of my arms. My ass and quads andclaves where as tense as can bee just to keep me standing up. My waistwas squashed. My lungs felt like they were one tenth their normal size,and I was getting one tenth the air on a good breath. I couldn't reallyhear anything. At least not clearly. My eyes were dark. And my ownunintelligible mutterings echoed in my head. "Fthhhh, flaa, woo, ttttsss, ewwww, innnn," I stammered.My neck felt long. After the immortals ... after we just go around like ... go around raping and killing. It wouldn’t be right.”“So ya’re just gonna give up on trying to be the first immortal Whore? On following your path?” Hulda asked.“I can find some other way to follow the path.”“Really?” Probably not. David’s desire—the one that lead to Ariel—had been to be like Hulda. She shrugged. “I can find another path. Or I can go back to another character.”“What’s any of that crap gonna do other than having ya give up.