Will reaches out a tentative hand to cup Hannibal’s cheek, drawing his thumb across his mouth, dragging it through the blood staining his lower lip....Will’s eyes bleed slowly to a darker brown, desire darkening his irises. He pulls Hannibal closer, crushing the older man’s lips to his own.Hannibal leans into the kiss, letting Will control their fervid coupling. He thrusts his tongue eagerly between Will’s lips, beginning a frenzied dance of passion. Will tastes his own blood on Hannibal’s tongue. My muscles were so tight, the knots were almost painful as he worked on them, but it was clear this guy knew what he was doing and was completely in charge.My masseur soon rotated his body behind me to work on my legs, starting with a firm foot rub and then grinding hard on my calves. I clenched my fists as the pressure increased, but I was not about to let this muscle bound knuckle head make me wuss out and ask him to go easier. Soon he was at my upper thighs and began to roughly pull my. It can't be. Is it you? How can it be?" Lena stumbled throughthe words."Cured, but changed," the woman said, smiling. "This is Inigo, myhusband." Your husband?" The man was shaking Lena's hand. The shock andconfusion still had not lifted.He was smiling to. He said, "Compliments of the season to you, Lena."He said her name as if it was an indecent suggestion. There wassomething about him that exuded sexual power.She looked back at her ex-husband. He was unbelievably attractive as. "It's really important. It's about Sheila."I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Apparently it wasn't Sheila out there, but it was someone who knew her."I'll be right out," I said.I tugged on a pair of old sweat pants and pulled a hoody over my head. Then I crept out the side door and went around toward my bedroom window. The night was chilly, and there was an eerie cloudscape partly obscuring the moon.There beneath my window was Vanessa Unger, Sheila's mom."Sorry to drag you out of bed like this..