Beth kept her sister coming, licking and chewing her torn flesh, chewing it off again as it regenerated, luxuriating in the sensations Béla spastical...ly blasted through her. This was much more erotic that what Béla had radiated when she was simply being choked to death. Beth came several times just from the reflected lust and the marvelous sensations her sister radiated through her body. Eventually, her mouth and jaws tired from their unaccustomed tasks and she let Béla collapse onto the ground. “Yes, but not with a lot with cats. They are very calm and listen. Dogs are too active and don’t want to listen or behave,” Maureen told her.“I see, how long have you been able to do this?” Jill asked in a nonchalant voice. Maureen shrugged, it seemed to be a standard reply for her.“I don’t know, a long time,” she answered.“Do your Mother and Grandfather know about this?” Jill asked, trying to get the young girl to talk about it more.“No, they never asked about it. Grandfather would take me. She didn't even want me to go with her."I've never seen a person with as many clothes, as she had. The closets at the house are all empty since she left, or they were. She took all of her other things, too: her computer and printer; all of her CDs, and her recording and playback equipment. She did leave me the TV, but she took most of our DVDs. She was the only one that watched them anyway. I spend too much time now writing to watch movies, or at least I did."As to why she left, she said that I. Three soldiers sauntered down the street, blocking her way and grinning, giving way only when they say Grigori's mark. They taunted her in Russian as she passed and one grabbed at her ass. She half ran for a block. Other men stopped their work to make catcalls. She turned a corner directly into the path of the rapist who spoke German and two other men who looked familiar. She backed up to a light post, trying not to panic, but they followed, coming right up to her face and leering. She couldn't.