I came in every hole she had, fucked her in every position known to woman. My seed oozed black out of her, and more of my pitch stained her skin in ro...pey strands. My Goddess, a voice whispered urgently. What? I asked, my cock buried in Lamias cunt again. Lana knelt beside my bed. When had she arrived? Marks soldiers are encircling the city, they… Zuzus loud, piercing screech filled the night from her perch on the roof. They are here, I said calmly, despite my heart hammering in my chest. You. An age seemed to pass before the intercom next to the front door chimed musically.“It’s me!” Debbie announced brightly when I answered.“Come on up,” I said in an attempt to sound casual as I pressed the button to allow her entry into the lift. Well, I hoped I sounded casual; I certainly didn’t feel it. I needed two tries to press the button properly due to a shaking hand. Why am I so nervous?When I pulled the door open to admit Debbie, my mouth went dry. She was wearing a slinky black dress. "That pale white man is not me, or at least the me that was at the crucifixion. It's bad enough that my own followers couldn't keep their mouths shut and that the Romans murdered me, but to steal my face after death because it wasn't pretty enough for white Europeans — I find the entire circumstance demeaning." Jesus?" Travis asked in a soft voice."Get it through your pea-brained head: that's not me hanging from the wall. Since when is piety an excuse for a lack of artistic talent?"Travis. Libby watched him as he walked deeper into the lake carrying the box in his hands and then as he started to swim towards the centre of the large expanse of water, her heart beating with worry as the dark of the night swallowed up any sight of him. In the centre of the lake Michael let go of the box and watched it disappear, bubbles rising up to the surface as it went away from sight. Turning back to shore he swam until his feet could touch the bottom and then he waded out, took the towel Libby.