I was wearing camo clothing so I could easily sneak up on them but it would not have mattered if I had been wearing flashing lights and bells, the two... were totally absorbed in each other. From a distance I could see a woman in a white dress and another person in dark clothing. As I got closer, I noticed that the man was not wearing any clothing and he was black! In fact, he was one of the older boys in school whom we called HorseLee. I could now see why the name as his big dick was swaying. And if we didn't kill a human our first time out, it would beeasier to avoid in the future.It was at that time that I had realized the periodic mystery of cattlemutilations was actually newborns feeding for the first time."My car is in the garage, I'll take her," I said.Where we were going was actually a Vampire owned slaughter house."Dominick, the Author needs a private room and two head right away," saidAdrian into his phone. "He'll be expecting you, but perhaps you shouldchange first," he. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***************************** The laundry of my ancestors’ house is now my workshop. I’m a potter and good enough at my trade to make a reasonable living from it. The main attraction of the laundry room was Martha, the resident ghost. I was aware of her from an early age. I would sit on the scrubbed table and ask Martha to tell me a story. She. She took in their appearance and was instantly glad she had not gone to watch. Mark’s shirt had a smear of mud across one shoulder, and Ben’s pants were covered in grass stains. Overall they both looked a little worse for wear, but in good spirits. Julia was even more surprised when Mark started apologizing to her. She stared in amazement as he asked for her forgiveness for the previous Friday, and she could only nod in response. Satisfied with the exchange, he clapped Ben on the back and went.