"We've been at it all night. I mean, six hours straight is a record for me. I gotta leave while I can still walk out of here."She stumbled across the ...room on one high heel, carrying the broken one in her hand, her hair askew, then bolted out the door, letting it slam behind her.Blade punched the pillow, his body tense with frustration, his erect member crying out for release."You will never be satisfied until you kiss the succubus." That's what the girl had said on the last tour, the damn witch. "I'll have to rib Tony about it next time I see him," I laughed. I can only imagine how many pounds he lost today."Tony was a coworker of Kate's that was actually obese and would break into a sweat if the temperature passed 60 degrees. Kate looked at me, but had no reply. Let her start worrying about covering her lies. It could consume her, I decided, and that would be a good thing. Right then I decided not to confront Kate. I would simply ask innocent questions and make little observations.. We were in the small town supermarket and I was counting my pennies to be exactly sure I had just enough money to pay for the small scrawny chicken, a few wilted vegetables from the bargain bin, and a loaf of ‘reduced for quick sale’ hard as rock bread from which I thought I could make a little stuffing. This was to be our Thanksgiving feast the next day. I was holding little Olivia in my arms and she kept looking at the ‘big chickens’ (turkeys) the other shoppers in front and in back of us in. She had known Donte for 6 years now after Ali had hired him, as a handyman, to fix the roof for them. Ali and Donte clicked immediately and had become fast friends. They joined the same gym and played football (soccer) together, both of them even supported Arsenal as they were both men from North London. Fahima was wary of Donte at first, being from a conservative Pakistani back ground meant that she was brought up with an almost racist view of black people, she was always told to stay clear of.