He is some guy Charley knows and kissed like a dream, very sensual, deep and suggestive the way he tucked his tongue below mine.There was me thinking ...if only Charley wasn't around then I could just let go a bit, it wouldn't do any harm, it was only a quick flirt and a bit of harmless fun and anyway Charley would get my best later, in fact a little bit of excitement on the side could make it all the better for him if he only knew it, I did!But what David was doing and what he was saying made it. Eyes crazed; breasts large and throbbing, skin gleaming with juices. The Newborns seemed even hornier, even bustier. It looked as though their wings wouldn't come in yet, not until a few feedings. Like the three I'd encountered during the Yarborough mission; they knew nothing except the yearning for cocks and cum. And here was a man who would not resist them.Caterpillars ... in a sense. But if it was male semen you were after, a pudgy green worm wouldn't do the job; you needed mimicry. You. His stomach gurgled horrendously. My first hangover and the Master wants to see me. Just perfect.Quick steps came closer and a moment later, her robe flapping around her like unruly wings, Lishaka returned, clutching a delicate flask in her hand. Rhys noted the small curved claws topping her fingers. “Here. For you!” She pressed the flask into his hand.“Dare I ask what this is?” he asked.“Of course. It’s a potion meant to deal with the worst of a hangover. It was meant for Galdor but since he. It was also why he was going to visit Whiskey's father and deliver the beating that was long over-due. He didn't know Whiskey's mother – he barely knew Whiskey – but if she was like some of the other women he'd met then she allowed the beatings because she had no other options. She allowed them because the idea of being alone and adrift, of an unknown future, was terrifying.He wouldn't give her a choice. Whiskey's father was going into the hospital – probably for a long, long stay. The man.