I looked further down and noticed that those tendrils were attached to my hand, where my fingers would be. I flexed them experimentally.“ ... ddhhhg...ggbbb...” the big guy mumbled in response as he shook in place.I pulled my ‘fingers’ back and they returned to their normal shape, except they were now covered in blood and gray matter. I turned my head and barfed.“He commanded me to kill you!” Eudora yelled. “I can’t stop!” I noticed that Demie was shapeshifting now, and they seemed to be somewhat. Of course, there's just one problem with that—my name isn't John James, it's Matthew Jonathan James. And most days it feels like the whole world is looking for me. Especially since a few weeks ago, they finally found my plane in the gulf. The fucking two-by-four I wedged under the yoke was still stuck there! Of all the fucking luck.So they knew I wasn't dead, just 'disappeared.' Most media pundits had jumped on the idea that I was somewhere in South America, sipping margaritas with a bevy of. Jade too. She said, smiling. Okay then, Ill tell Jade okay? You go on down and get ready for dinner. He said cheerily. she waved and then walked back across the hallway and down the stairs. Jade had already started putting her clothes back on. Well continue this another time she said cheekily with a wink, and left his room. Michael laughed and went to the bathroom to remove his stepsisters sweet nectar off of his face. Michael sat down at the dinner table with Jeff, his dad and Emily while Jade. Martin turned to Abe and said, “We’re getting fucked over.”“Shit and I thought Jerry was an okay guy,” replied Abe.“He’s white and doesn’t give a shit about us blacks,” answered Martin.The two of them returned to the chairs and waited, getting angrier by the minute. After five minutes, Mike came out of the back of the store with a box and set it on the counter. He had just set the box down and picked up the applications when the runner came into the store. Mike set the applications down and.