Maybe, but what's your point? My abilities with the dead are genetic, it's like a psychic gift. It was as if the very essence of our bodies had responded to that desire. Jean-Claude was here, and his power filled the room like a warm blanket. One day I walk into the bathroom, and there's a razor and a shaving kit.
Teasing, that's not teasing, that's foreplay. Let the weight of my hand rest between those two dimples so low on his body. He's the closest thing we've got to a hostess. His beast had fed, and for this one moment, the man in him had not cared.
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