Maybe that's how it really feels in an English pub, but I had a feeling the English did 'old' way better than Nguyen was doing it here. So, why did I ...ever stop there? Maybe I just love English food. Yeah, and fuck you, too. I heard that. As it happens, I DO love English food. If you don't, it's only because it's reputation has been soiled by a French conspiracy. (See what I did there?)Anyway, back to the Bangers. (You didn't really think I'd put the word 'banger' in a story without actually. All that night I had been flirting with him, down-blousing and open-legged under the kitchen table, studying and reading, as he faced me in the armchair, talking to daddy.I had found this teasing to be an arousing experience, even for a young girl, by then thanks to daddy, I knew all about erections and the need for men to fuck women, especially when we watched the late night porn together, and he allowed me to wank him off.I fell asleep dreaming about uncle Harry and I on a beach and me. She looked at the disreputable state of her apartment and cringed. "Would you like to come in?" she asked unenthusiastically.Ethan almost chuckled. He'd had more congenial offers from his worst enemies. He could have just left the prescription and gone, had been arguing with himself about it the entire cab ride here. But something had him pausing. "Sure, thanks." He ducked by her and studied the room he stepped into.It was small, crowded with books and, he noted with amusement, teddy bears.. In truth, I had planned something less simple. It seems Dawn was kind to me. And you, Eldrian, I’d hazard you’ve felt drawn to your sister since coming here, even if you didn’t understand it, correct?’ Eldrian opened his mouth to protest but closed it again immediately. Even before he had started bringing Anahid her meals, there had been that dream. Were there others too? Somewhere deep in his mind, so far down it could have been imagined, he thought so. But then a darker possibility took over.