Emo on a guy like him was a darker thing, subtler, and a hell of a lot more serious.If he’d started fake smiling, and suddenly being flirtatious and... suave to cover his depression, it’d have been so Julias, she would have had no choice but to rip his fucking throat out. But he didn’t. He just stood there, face solid stone like the gargoyle monster, once he’d merged with it. A cold face.Maybe he’d start to heal. Maybe not.“Everyone involved in your suicidal assault on the hunters is here, save. They rolled around in each others arms giggling with delight. But fun was not the only thing they would share tonight. Passion soon took over here, kissing deeply and embracing each other tightly they burned for more. My tongue flashed wildly in and out of his mouth wanting to devour him fully. Darren laid me down on my back and looked at my body by the light of the fire. His eyes glistened a bright blue with a depth I’ve never experienced. While the sound of the wood popping in the fire and. Some of the men just wanted to play with and suck my tits, and I charged them fifty dollars for that. It cost them seventy-five for a blowjob, or if they wanted to finger-fuck or suck my pussy. I charged them one hundred dollars to fuck me and cum in my pussy. For one hundred and fifty dollars, they could do everything.All of them talked about how much they loved having sex with a sixteen-year-old girl, especially one with a body like mine. Their biggest thrill was that I let them fuck me. The money kept coming. I began spending it on my appearance. I was thisunusual creature, a strange chameleon, a man, insinuating myself into theworld of women. I was adapting to my physical self. I'd walk down the streets of Manhattan with its all its crowds and shopsand salons. Nobody knew. They were oblivious when I'd try on the high-heels, when I bought thongs, negligee, exquisitely delicious, tight, low-cut dresses. No one knew. I sat there in the most glorious hair salonwith the.