Loneliness was a hollow feeling in his heart. Most other fledglings were away visiting their families. “But not me,” Davariel whispered, peeking o...t from one corner of the filmy white curtain that draped to either side of his bedroom balcony doors. Leaning against the cold stone wall, he stared out with a lump forming in his throat. Family. He had none save for the reapers that had drawn him in one stormy night after he’d been abandoned at the holy city’s gate. Whomever left him hadn’t bothered. ." "I know what that means! It means his lordship is off on one of his eccentric delusions again! Bye, Mrs. Douglas," Eb said, leaving. "And good luck!" Mrs. Oliver Wendell Douglas turned to face the music. But, "Oliver! I thought you went to change! Your nightsgown is still wet!" "I had to stop in the bathroom first... And this is what I found," he said, holding up a still warm brown egg. "Oh, goody! You brought me an egg! Now, we just need one more!" "Lisa, you don't understand. I, I... laid. Even this very night he had two of the lovelies reclining in his bed dressed in nothing except their birthday suits and from the chatter of their lively mouths, he anticipated it to be a demanding night. The little one called Sunset in their language was eager to learn the European way of oral sex with his huge cock buried inside her lips with heaps of smacking pleasure. He progressed to her rear door entrance with the older woman watching intently as if memorizing his needs with her. I would be honored to have her join me at some parties.”I sat back down as they walked away and heard the mother tell the daughter I was the type of girl she needed as a friend. I laughed at that in my head. I was the last type of person Brittany needed as a friend. I made a mental note to make sure anytime I saw the young girl at school to say hello. She was sweet. I would not invite her to any parties, however. First, I did not attend proper parties and Brittany was just so adorably.