She pointed to the easy chair across from the couch to Mark and he carefully sat down with his coffee cup. She curled up into her favorite corner of the couch and Damien curled up with her. When they were all settled down, she turned on the stereo and left the volume low."Look, Mark, I know we've thrown a lot at you this evening, but I needed for you to understand enough for you to see why Tom is behaving that way."Mark smirked and looked at Damien. Elena saw the looks they traded."What?"Mark looked right at Damien."Did you tell her I said the same thing?"Damien shook his head. Mark didn't quite believe him, but Elena's reaction to his smirk left him with enough doubt to think maybe he hadn't. Mark thought some more about it and realized he had accepted the 'communication' thing enough to just automatically assume that little remark had been passed along with the other things that had been said in the kitchen. He considered what had transpired and decided he was comfortable with

Mark was hoping to get a reaction out of Damien, and he did.I am the only one in this area. I have been known to eat a cow or two when the elk and moose are scarce. I am the one this Bud Grierson shot.Elena hugged Damien as she listened to him talk to Mark. She shivered as she remembered that day, seeing the gaping hole in his side and the blood dripping from his nose. A tear glistened in her eye as she thought about that fateful day.Yes, fate, My Love. If he hadn't shot me that morning I wouldn't have met you.He laid his head in her lap and crooned. Mark thought about what Damien had said to him, but he hadn't heard what Damien said to Elena, he just saw her tear up and heard the crooning coming from Damien"Okay, that explains a couple things. I can't blame you for eating a cow or two if all you were doing was surviving. The gunshot is a little disconcerting, however. That was only a few days ago and I can't see any trace of it on you. Is that part of the legends true, then? That

It kept getting tighter and tighter as he continued to push his tongue around her cervix and graze her hood. It felt like there was a softball-sized bundle of pressure building up in her womb. It felt like it was filled with super thick liquid. Her moans were continuous now; she was getting closer to that precipice. The wiggling and the flexing of that tongue inside of her kept her on the fast track. She felt the tip curl inside of her and drag against the top of her tunnel, and then it found that little patch of nerves that was hiding beneath her clitoris.The bundle of tension in her lower belly went from softball sized to volleyball sized in just seconds as the tip of his tongue swirled, pushing against that bundle of nerves. At the same time, her clit was on fire, and had swollen to the point that it was almost painful. His teeth never stopped going back and forth over her hood.She was riding that knife-edge now; it was almost there. That ball of pressure felt like it was trapped

Looking at her new big bed that she had gotten for the two of them, she again felt a small inkling of sadness. She couldn't bring herself to lie down on it, so she slumped out of the bedroom and went to the living room.As she passed the bathroom she was startled to see herself in the mirror hanging on the door. She hardly recognized herself. Her eyes were sunken into their sockets; dark smudges underneath them. Her skin was sallow and pale; her facial muscles had slackened to where she looked like a corpse. She thought about that for a second, and agreed with the observation; I am dead inside now that he's gone.Elena couldn't stand looking at herself anymore, so she slunk past the mirror and went into the living room. She went to the couch out of habit, but just before sitting down she had a mental flash of them together on it and couldn't bring herself to sit there. She turned away from the couch and shuffled over to the easy chair and fell into it.Elena sat there in the chair sta

She wasn't the first one there that morning; Mark was standing next to the coffee maker waiting for the first pot to fill up. He turned to see who had come in this early and when he saw her he paled."Jesus! Elena, You look like hell! Oh, god, I'm sorry, you just startled me.""That's okay, mark. Don't worry about it."Her voice was soft and there was no emotion in it. She walked past him and went to her desk, setting her purse next to her chair. Mark followed her and was stood a few feet away, giving her some space."What happened, Elenw?"Mark was really concerned for her. He remembered when her parents had been killed and she hadn't looked this bad then. Obviously there was something horribly wrong in her life for her to look and act like this. She looked dead.She turned to look at him and tried to give him a smile, but she failed to produce anything more than a twitch of her lips."Personal life troubles."She pulled out her chair and sat down. She flipped the switch on her compu