That had been over a month ago, I was working on my first refill now. They give you two refills on the prescription, then you have to go back, just so...they know you're not like getting cancer or something. I dunno.Anyway, I stashed my pills good, cause mom would go ballistic probably, like her head would explode if she found those. I went downstairs and the brat was up, little Jackie Junior, he was my dad's pride and joy. I could be like dead for a week and my dad wouldn't even notice, but if. David rushed in. His face etched with worry."Elizabeth, my darling, are you all right?"He took her into his arms and held her close. Her heart leapt with the knowledge that he cared about her.Robert waited until their embrace was over before continuing."He is a stowaway, a fraud. He hadn't paid for his ticket and was never likely to get one but he still wanted to take a full part in life aboard. The sheer audacity of the chap." So, that was why he kept disappearing," murmured Elizabeth. "He. After they drained him, they’d gone after each other. Watching that re-invigorated him. He’d heard about girls that made it with each other, like Miss Conklin at his high school, but he’d never actually seen it before. Watching the twins make it with each other got him so excited he got rock-hard and fucked them both one more time. Lorna, his girl at State U., was also the first black girl he ever screwed. He loved her dusky skin, which felt like black velvet, and the purple nipples that. Just luke-warm breezes of artificially remembered happiness. They were long gone feelings of being well... well... being... Then there was the voice.It was a throaty female voice. It seemed to use words, even sentences. But they were like a foreign language to him. Like when you can't know where one word ends and a new one begins.Yet, he knew their meaning. As he knew the meaning of what he saw. The words and the pictures seemed glued to his soul. Or even better: grafted on it. They were part.