He began to frantically flick through the pages and his mindreeled. This is some kind of commentary about the book. Some AncientGreek writer was just ...s confused as he was. This book was storied eventhen? But genuine Ancient Greek... here? The pages looked archaicenough, and they had an imprinted texture, as if they had been crushedand handled by thousands of fingers over thousands of lifetimes. He wascaught by one of the notes on the first page which read roughly..."For my son. May this be one. ." Lana tried to amend. "No!" I shouted, "I should have destroyed him, as I should have when he came here to insult me again!" Lana's eyes grew large, good now I knew this wasn't her idea, but I had really mucked things up losing my temper. To you Lana, I will apologize, not that pompous little wanna be man or vampire, I'm still not sure of what he is." Here Lana laughed, a truly delightful sound, one that went deep into me healing so much that had been destroyed and hurt. "I am afraid this. One instant his father had been traveling his normal route from Mokena to Joliet. His old Ford station wagon, still functional after thirty loving years of care, was filled with the songs of Doris Day and Frankie Avalon. He had just received a promotion to daytime manager at the drugstore and a raise to boot. He was headed home to give his lovely fifty-something bride a boutique of roses and a box of her favorite Russell Stover’s Candy. The next minute he and his care were crushed between a. I look down on the ground and say Ma'am that will be 100.00 and I look at you and say mmmm how about I pay you in a different way. I hear you moan and say how Ma'am and I say mmmm like this and I push you against the wall and kiss you forcefully pulling open your shirt mmmm I hear you moan yes I start to pull forcefully on your nipples sucking them biting them mmm I love to play with your nipples I start to pull at your belt pulling your pants open and I look at you and say it's time for you.