DeSange was standing next to her with a truly evil smile on his face.***** The Wheatsheaf Pub -- Wapping London -- October '99"Wait a minute," Tom Wa...lters said. "New Orleans, some baddie named deSange. Are you telling us that Elvis was killed by some voodoo zombie?" No," Billy said. "The zombie was as much for effect - for shock value - as anything else. Still it - she - _had_ to be there for what deSange had in mind."***** Billy McNeil's Story - Memphis -- August, 1977We all took a. Emily took his hand again andthey rushed downstairs grabbing the car keys as they went.Emily helped Stephen into the car. He automatically smoothed his skirtout before he sat down. Emily didn't say anything, she got in andstarted the car up.As they drove through the small town Emily kept looking in the mirror tosee if they were being followed but it appeared that they weren't.They entered the narrow road, which was the only way out, and they bothbreathed a sigh of relief as they thought that. He likes to ‘convince’ me to do things like licking his ass and sucking his balls. If only he knew, I could teach him a thing or two” I thought“Hey baby, a penny for your thoughts” Mike said breaking into my thoughts.“Nothing just had a bad dream that’s all”“About what, and why are you limping?” I quickly attempted to straighten my walk. “My foot fell asleep.” I lied.“Ruff, ruff ruff.” Pep barked and jumped up ,licking Mike’s face.“Hey big boy. How’s my big boy? You been keeping mommy safe. She was sobbing slightly and i dunno how but i gave her a peck on her forehead asking her to console herself. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said she does not have anyone at all. I consoled her – touched her cheeks- soft as silk.. And looked inside her eyes and slowly gave a kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and allowedme to take her. I hugged her gave a slight squeeze and kissed her lips and kissed her cheeks and forehead. She rested her head and closed her face with her.