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“Willowbud?” Brandon called again, his voice closer. He glowed an ethereal blue in the darkness, looking every-bit the god he was. The smooth, perfectly-circular hole I’d made shined with his light, and bathed me in its soft luminescence. “How long did you know?” I asked him, voice ragged. “From the beginning.” Brandon said, sitting cross-legged next to me. “You were that boy in Gloria’s house, weren’t you?” I whispered, “The one hiding behind the door when I killed her?” “Yes.” Brandon said. “She’s still alive, isn’t she?” I asked. Brandon nodded in the dark, his features glowing beautifully. “Who is Angela?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder, unable to stop asian myself from seeking the comfort of his warmth. “My sister,” Brandon said, kissing the top of my head, “and an infantile Sentient.” “What?” I whispered. japanese “It’s why Angela can see Corruption,” Brandon said softly, pulling me into his arms, surrounding me with his love, “Sentients aren’t astral beings; they’re souls Life Givers preserved, but didn’t bind with.” Somewhere within me, I felt a swell of realization, as if a question I ffm didn’t know I’d asked had just been answered. “So,” I said, nestling myself into Brandon’s body, surrendering to the comfort Corruption wanted me to feel, “you’ll have to bind with Angela to save her.” “That’s right,” Brandon said, pulling me close, “but I’m having second thoughts.” “Willowbud doesn’t love you, Brandon, Corruption does.” I said, not self-identifying with the woman whose name I carried. “I know,” Brandon whispered, his lips moving against my hair, “Willowbud loves Astrid, doesn’t she?” “She was warming-up to her,” I replied, “but Willowbud never felt love; not romantic love, anyway.” “Tera, Astrid, Angela and I are all trying to get Willowbud back,” Brandon said, “maybe then she can feel something.” “She doesn’t want to feel anything,” I whispered hoarsely, “it’s why she melded with Corruption in the first place.” “It sounds like Corruption is making her feel quite a lot.” Brandon replied. Her hand ran over my cunt hairs. "Are you sure?" Just as I was about to comment on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a couple of weeks ago who stayed at the house for three days. Maybe they japanese were lost and needed help finding their way to a town, she thought as she brought her horse to a trot down the hill. She hands one to me. I step out of the shower and she begins to dry my body off. “Oh!” I said, “I got soaked at work so dressed in a hurry.” I think? “Okay then. Then, her eyes suddenly cleared, and darted right to mine. My brother took my cherry.” She glanced over her shoulder. A knock on the door sent all gazes back to Jenna, back in the doorway. “Damn,” I muttered. ffm “You’re such a good girl. The stranger seemed to be a man in all aspects, standing in equal stature with Hamden, but Hamden asian was not wrong. Said the woman. She didn’t reply, so I opened my eyes, and saw an even more serious look on her face. My lover. She wore a white sports bar to hold back her breasts but she had yet to put on any panties. Especially in the bedroom.”