It took a few tries to find my voice again. “You know where you’re going?” I asked, trying to find something, anything rational to hang on to.�...�For today,” she said quietly, patting a road atlas that lay on the other seat. “After that ... I don’t know.”“If anyone can figure it out, it’s you, right?”She started the engine and then looked up at me, her pure gray eyes almost empty of anything familiar now. The sea was gone, drained to its basin, down to the foundation.She reached out and grabbed my. All he knew was that he had to get away from that scene, and fast. He continued down the same, empty road as the establishments grew fewer and farther between and the lights became more scarce. After a couple minutes, Brian let up on the gas pedal and realized he’d passed the road into Aftersun and was headed for Down. ‘Shit,’ he muttered to himself. He looked to turn, but the opposite lane had seemed to break away from his while he wasn’t paying attention. Fear took him then as he looked. Who opposes them? We who were born with the unique genetic quirk which gave us the ability to spot them. Our special abilities don’t make us popular. In fact, being one of us makes for a short, dangerous and often unhappy life. Being humanity’s last line of defense against a subspecies of Super Predators is no joke. The same way we can spot the Sociopaths, they can spot us. I don’t know why. Must be mother nature’s way of keeping everything fair and balanced, I guess. A mongoose must battle. I pushed back as he drove it in and out. his balls slapping on my ass with each stoke. All the while he was fucking me he was yelling things at me calling me names asking me questions and demanding an answer "how many time you suck a dirty cock today, you like fucking strangers don't you slut" questions like that.He was like a pile driver slamming his cock in me as hard as he could. Then he stopped closed his eyes and gushed a load. As it flowed in me he pulled out grabbed my head pulling it.