I wake later on, when it’s very cold in my room, I take my blankets and pillow to the fire, stoke it up, and curl up in front of it. I feel a body b...ehind me, spooning me. I snuggle backwards and arms seem to enfold me. I sigh and drift off to sleep. The snowy whiteness glows behind my eyelids, when I feel something sticking in my back, much like Joe’s cock in the morning. No. It couldn’t be, I’m dreaming. I slowly reach behind me and for a split second, I feel a cock in my hand then it’s gone.. Ray Mack would tour the homes under theguise of an undertaker and would wow the interant with the promise ofrenewed life. "Imagine a young and vigorous new bodies to take the placeof your withered, hollow present forms!" he would proclaim. He never had to go into great detail. The audiences were always receptiveand always signed the proper forms which, quickly after the even of theirdeath, placed them in the custody of a morgue Baranova owned. And fromthere their brains were removed from their. He took a step closer, against the warnings of his gut.Fingers curled around his neck, and in his hair. Sem drew Alec to his chest, the freshman’s cheek pressed to the senior’s hard, sweaty chest. Sem’s nostrils inhaled Alec’s scent, the bridge of his nose against the younger’s scalp. Lowly, the jock murmured, "You’re mine now." S–Sem," Alec half-sobbed, pleadingly."Oh, no," he crooned, with cynical affection. "You don’t get to call me that either, kitten."Kitten. "Sem, let go of me," Alec. Not only frequently, but enthusiastically, and I think they’re both getting a little extra on the side, Mom from Mr. Kowalski and Dad from Mrs. K, though I don’t have any direct proof. The four of them seem to be aware of what’s going on, so I’ve started to relax and not worry about Abby becoming my stepsister. I wonder if Abby knows her parents are swinging with mine. I’m guessing she doesn’t. She’d be an even worse bitch if she did, especially if she thought she’d have to share a bathroom.