The door is flung open, and a middle-aged man with a balding pate stares at her, his eyes wide. One hand clutches the edges of a bath robe, holding it...closed around his pudgy frame. He pushes wire-framed glasses up his nose, and his gaze sweeps Cassie from head to toe."I-I thought ... I thought they'd forgotten," the man says in a voice of hushed awe. "I thought after what happened on Halloween ... did someone finally rise in his place? Are they active again now?"Cassie has no idea how to. Well I started looking up web sites when I had the house to myself and settled on erotic story's as my favorite. I went through most of the usual stuff and then started on the more unusual. I hit a site that had bestiality stories in it. While having no interest in doing that myself I still found myself more turned on by the thought of seeing a woman violated like that. Having an actual animal use her just as an object. The thought of being taken like an animal, by an animal. Having him. Myles was on some next level type shit. He had something that just commanded you to look at him, this raw sex appeal. And he had that swagger when he moved. Ooh, she was melting inside, wanting to get next to him again. Unfortunately, Nick saw her attraction to him, and it angered him. She didn’t want to make him mad, but damn. If he would at least acknowledge her advances, perhaps she wouldn’t need to have any Myles fantasies. Nick had already made his way to the living room, sulking in a. .." she whined."But nothing," he interrupted. "Browbeating Lavender will benefit no one. If you can think of a question or two then you can ask her. Remember, though, we are talking about something that may be a secret of her people. Granted, she left them under less than ideal circumstances and because of that we don't have a particularly high opinion of them, but that doesn't mean she wants to blab to the whole outside world about what they may or may not have." This is important!" she.