You lie in the back seat with a leg on the window behind me. I look over my shoulder and watch you finger your pussy. I take one of the hands off the ...steering wheel and start rubbing my cock as I watch, looking from the front, then back at you as I drive down the road. I hear a horn on a big rig blast, as he had been watching you finger you pussy. You blow a kiss to him before he turns off onto an exit on the highway. About half way to our destination, I notice a woman in a Honda Civic pull up. I wore it always, the phylactery too important to ever lose. The Biomancer Vebrin could never be restored to life. He could never be allowed to create another monstrosity.“Beautiful?” Ealaín said, her short, white hair framing that midnight face. Her citrine eyes sparkled as she crawled between my thighs. Her lips kissed at my silky flesh as she moved her head down towards my pussy. “Mmm, I love making beautiful things.”“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my heart fluttering as she came closer and closer to. You have to be upset or mad. Don't you even want to know why?" Not really. I know I'm out busting my ass to make a good life for us and apparently it inconvenienced you for about five months. Most women would have considered that a small price to pay for financial security, but then I guess you aren't 'most women' are you? I come home to tell you that all the hard work paid off and I'm now the new VP of Sales and I find out that you sold me out." Hey, don't you dump all this on me. This wasn't. You sip your drink and stare at your reflection in the bar mirror. You don't look so bad, you decide, lean featured and kind of dashing. Not bad for a guy who just turned thirty one. On the other hand, you decide, your life is kind of a train wreck right now.You moved to San Francisco a year ago, taking a job as a contributing editor with a small but growing magazine. It was a good gig, and you were doing some fine writing, and even finding time to work on the novel you've been playing with for.