“Mmm, you are so sweet, Cupcake.”I blinked, dazed, not sure what I should say.And then she kissed me again. My eyes closed. Wonderful heat rushed ...hrough me. Tingles of delight. I wanted Clint so bad, and if she wanted to share him with me, then I would kiss her. I would let her do anything to me.I didn’t fight her as she pressed me down on the bed, our kiss growing hotter. Her tongue brushed my lips. I knew what she wanted. I parted them. And now we were French kissing. I trembled, savoring. Doesn't matter how good you look, that'sthe fastest way to piss off a lot of people in this city."There is a Manhattan bound local R train approaching the station.Please stand away from the platform edge."Lights shone down the track and the air rumbled as the next trainpulled into the station. I got on, thankful that while still mostlyfull, it was less crowded than the A had been.Still no seats, and only a couple high up spots I couldn't reachavailable on the closest pole, so I settled for just. "He failed to respond to that and just ate his dinner. I ate too, but I couldn't turn down temptation, but to see all the hot chicks as much as possible. I licked my lips nonstop and surely felt my panties getting wet in the process.My eyes met Darren's a few times, but he always shot me some apologetic look. He knew to keep his mouth and let me enjoy my eye candy for all its sugary glory. I even managed to eat my steak while moving my head around a bit.Anyway, after fifteen minutes, my eyes. “What do you wish from me?”“An exile. The last of my kind. Perhaps I wish only to learn about you.” There was a long drawn out pause before she amended her thought. “Perhaps.”She remained silent, leaving me alone with my thoughts, fearful and yet, curious. Eventually, my desire to know more won out over caution.“It is your machine…?” I gestured, unsure if it – she – could see or sense my movement, towards the center of the dark waters.“A Ship and yet, not a ship. Lifeless now.” “And you are.