Sure, I figured that Billy would probably kick my ass again the next time he saw me, but, at least, for one night, I was spared more pain and humiliat...ion. I was satisfied.My Cousin Dale had always liked me, and could usually be counted on to side with me against most people, especially his brother, who he considered nothing more than an animal. Even though Dale was two years older than Billy, he had not escaped having suffered humiliating ass kickings at Billy's hands, since the time Billy was. I caress her and reach down and part her slender thighs seeking to reach the warmth of her pussy. My whole body is consumed with lust. The heat between my legs is raging. She then pushes me till I am on my back and turns so we are on top of each other. Parting my thighs she strokes my pussy lips with soft tender touches. Her pussy is now above my face and I gaze in wonder at its tender folds and at the small pink rosette of her pucker above it. Unable to resist I pull her towards my face and. The scars on your neck are almost invisible now and the stitches have only been out a couple of days. We hear better, see better, and are physically stronger than a normal human. We look human, but really we aren't."But that didn't make sense. Hadn't Marsh said something about Tasha's husband being killed in a car accident? "If we live hundreds of years and heal incredibly quickly, then how did Tasha's husband die?"He put down the cookie he'd been nibbling on and sighed, "Just because we don't. The streets were busy with tourists. The hotel brochure informed me that after London, Edinburgh was the most popular tourist destination in the UK. Many of the pubs and bistro style cafes had tables outside, spilling onto the sidewalks. These were often, but not exclusively occupied by smokers banished to the outside because of the rules against smoking inside public places. Many tourists enjoyed watching the streams of sightseeing visitors making their way along the Royal Mile. I didn’t stay.