I cursed as another growl escaped my gut, and looked again at the smoke. I found myself, drawn nearly against my will, walking forward. I pulled the h...od of my long coat forward, settling it over my compact horns. I found myself gripping the wire hilt of my knife; a large dagger with a wicked curve, my only possession of worth. It was. . . comforting.It only took an hour to reach the source of the smoke, a lone cottage surrounded by a fence. A barn stood nearby, and I could smell the tell-tale. I could feel all the men’s spunk pouring down my legs, running down my inner thighs and calves, and down onto my ankles and bare feet. I had lost my shoes in the barn. I was still very d***k and shaky from that unbelievable sexual experience. The tribesmen followed along behind us. We entered a long hut. It was quite dark inside and I could barely see. There was a slightly raised platform in the centre of the hut and I could see a couple more tribesmen in the shadows. Jamaal walked me to raised. .. Crashing, oh! Four- or five-hundred feet into the sky and it—it's a terrific crash, ladies and gentlemen. It's smoke, and it's flames now; and the frame is crashing to the ground, not quite to the mooring-mast. Oh, the humanity and all the passengers screaming around here. I told you; it—I can't even talk to people Their friends are out there. Ah! It's—it—it's a—ah! I—I can't talk, ladies and gentlemen. Honest: it's just laying there, mass of smoking wreckage. Ah! And everybody can hardly. I want to introduce you to my daughter, her husband and my grand children.’ He said getting out of the SUV. It wasn’t too long before I was comfortably seated in his library/office with a glass of fine single malt scotch in my hand. ‘Rick, I would like you to meet Patricia and her husband Scott O’Brien. And these two little ladies are my granddaughters Catherine and Barbara.’ He said. Both little girls were just adorable, hiding behind their mother and father, just barely peeking out at me..