‘That’s better,’ he said solemnly, raising my injured arm and positioning it safely out of the way across his shoulder. ‘Now I can kiss you pr...perly.’ Kiss me properly? But the moment his lips reclaimed mine, I realised he’d been holding back… Ooh, this was good… Much too good… I’d heard of being ruined for all other men but I’d never realised it could apply to kissing. I never wanted it to end… I’d thought Daniel was a great kisser–no, to be fair, he really had been a great kisser–but with him. Oh well, not my sword anyway.TREACHERY! The psychic voice boomed, YOUR SOUL IS MINE, THEODORE OF ESCHE!“Spread out!” I yelled to my allies, “We don’t have much time before he breathes fire again!”I stayed in close to the god, though, spread my fingers and conjuring fire at the thing. I don’t know how well that did for damage, but it seemed to piss him off more. Red dragons are normally immune to all forms of fire, but if I was correct, this guy wasn’t- which is why he moved to the other side of. “I remember bits about a summer job before college my dad had arranged. Jobs were hard to come by and this one was a dairy in a remote part of the state 100 miles from home. I was dropped off to take a hike up a lonely country road to a bunk house filled with men from a nearby state run school “For The Retarded”. I had just graduated from high school, parochial private school, the night before and now I was to be sleeping in a filthy cow ripe manure smell place with men who had little boy. I can honestly say that I was never tempted. Nor did I succumb to any of the temptations working in an office staffed predominantly by young women. I heard more than one rumour and many more innuendos regarding my sexuality. I ignored them all."You working this Sunday?" My mother enquired a few months after my promotion as she called it."No, although I may swap with one of the lads." I replied. The majority of the other drivers preferred not to work on Sundays, either because they were married.