Interface

Carefully, Jay laid the compact disk in the CD tray, then watched it slowly retreat into the bowels of his computer. Colors danced across the monitor until a blue field filled the screen with the title 'Virtual Sex'. A gray box with a single button commanded the very center of the blue field entitled: 'Go'.

He eyed the simple gray button with doubt in his green eyes. Jay picked up the colorful envelope that had originally contained the rainbow hued disk then leaned back in his tall-backed leather office chair.

"The most realistic virtual sex experience of a lifetime," he read out loud sarcastically. Below the advertisement blurb was the word 'demo.' He flipped the envelope over and glanced at the back. Totally blank; no pictures or even text.

"Right, sure, and I'm only supposed to use my headphones with this thing?" he said, raising a skeptical brow. As an experienced programmer Jay had run across lots of programs touting themselves as 'virtual sex.' Nothing so far had come close to living up to its name.

"Right, whatever. This is the first time I've ever seen a virtual sex program that didn't have lots of weird and expensive equipment to go with it," Jay sighed then leaned over to lock the door to his room. The last thing he wanted was one of his roommates to barge in while he was sitting here with his dick in his hand. He combed his fingers through his shoulder-length, dark red hair then pulled up his mostly clean t-shirt. Slowly he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down around his ankles then spread his knees wide to give himself some room to maneuver. He stared at the simple gray 'Go' button on the screen.

"Let's see what this thing can do," he muttered. With grave doubts, he pulled his high-tech head-phones over his ears then clicked the 'Go' button.

"Close your eyes," appeared in bold type, centered in an empty blue field on his computer screen. A curser dash blinked after the words.

"Whatever…" he mumbled then closed his eyes with a disgusted sigh.

A whisper brushed his left ear then breezed around behind him to hum in his right ear. Music swelled from a distant echo shifting and changing until it sounded reminiscent of something done by Enigma. He felt a breath on his cheek.

"What?" he said with a jerk and his eyes snapped open. He was still sitting in his chair, but the rest of the world was totally different. He was completely nude and his chair was seated in a total void. There was a Persian rug below the chair but there appeared to be no flooring, walls or ceiling, just unrelieved white. He clapped his hands to his ears. The headphones were gone. He couldn't feel them at all, but he could still hear music playing subtly in the background.

Three gorgeous completely nude women knelt on the rug in front of his knees. Lust slammed low in his gut and surged straight to his dick.

The woman on his left was tallest of the trio and willowy with long athletic legs and a dark tan. She had Hollywood curves, like an hourglass with an extra five minutes at all the right places, slim hips and severely upright, very full breasts with pink nipples. Long silky blonde hair slid past her waist and her brilliant blue eyes were framed in dark lashes. Her lips were pink, pouty and glistening wet.

The woman on his right was very generously curved and muscular with warm cocoa skin and very long, pitch-black curly hair. Dark nipples pointed upward on magnificent breasts. Her dark bangs cut straight as a razor above rich chocolate eyes. She smiled with full red lips. The pink tip of her tongue slid out to wet them.

The woman in the middle caught his gaze and held it. Her eyes were the green of new leaves and her hair was the vibrant red of gilded flames. Blazing waves tumbled over one emerald eye then over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her skin was milky white and her body was full and curvy without being overblown. Her hips were rounded with a narrow waist and her full breasts were tipped with warm pink nipples. Her lips were moist and touched with gold and cinnamon.

"Wow…" he choked. His dick began to twitch and fill with serious interest. All three stood up before his chair. Three sets of incredible nipples were pointed directly at his mouth.

"Choose," they said with machine precision unison and in perfect tonal harmony. Their combined gaze was playing havoc with his libido.

'Holy fuck,' he swore to himself. Chills ran down his spine and the hair on his arms stood at attention. His dick was growing painfully hard. 'This is the most incredible program I've ever run across and we haven't even started fucking!' He reached out and rubbed his dick to ease the strain he was starting to feel. 'I feel pretty real,' he thought. I wonder how real they feel?'

"You must pick one of us," said the golden blonde in a sweet delicate voice and a luscious smile.

"What?" He had to pick only one? 'What the hell,' he told himself, 'it's only a game, might as well make the most of it.' Jay leaned back to let his cock have room. Three pairs of eyes dropped to his lap. The ladies all smiled and a light chuckle came from the delicate blonde.

"We are here to serve you," said the dark beauty in a husky voice that oozed heat.

"Make your selection," said the gilded redhead in a rich contralto that went straight to his cock. It twitched in reaction. He blushed in reaction then shrugged it off.

"Can I have all of you?" Jay choked out and straightened in the chair, trying to make himself and his hard-on, more comfortable.

"This is only the demo version," they said in unison.

"There can be, only one," added the glorious redhead.

"In that case…" He reached out and took the hand of the redhead. 'Damn,' he thought in surprise, 'she feels awfully real to me. This is one hell of a program!' He cleared his throat in nervousness. "I choose you." His voice shook.

The other two ladies bowed then stepped back and vanished into thin air.

"Hey!" Jay yelped in surprise. "My, people sure come and go around here," he quoted, thinking of a popular children's movie.

The flame-haired temptress smiled, her eyes deep pools of emerald, she leaned over his chair. He felt the weight of her hand as she took hold of the shoulder of his chair for balance. Her hair swept around him in a curtain of flaming silk. The heavy softness of her hair brushed his skin like cool hand on his heated skin. She leaned forward and touched her lips to his.

Moist warmth touched his mouth and he opened without thinking, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations. Her tongue darted in to stroke his and he returned the caress. Jay turned his head to more fully cover her lips. She pressed her full breasts against his chest and he felt her hard nipples against his skin. She pressed against him, her skin very smooth, almost cool against him.

'She certainly feel real,' Jay thought staggered with the experience.

He felt a warm hand wrap around his hard-on. Gently she explored the soft smoothness of his urgent flesh, the smooth length then the swollen purple head with its sensitive edge. She wrapped her fingers around him then stroked him slowly, but firmly, up then down, then again. Her inquisitive fingers stopped then slid lower. He shifted in the chair to let her explore. Her hand dove under him to explore his firm balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

He groaned as she burrowed the other arm behind him and scooted her warm and very real weight onto his lap and she was straddling him.

The arms on his chair disappeared suddenly and he grabbed her for balance. His palms pressed against skin hat felt warm and very much alive. She cradled his hardness with the moist and heated entrance of her clean body, fragrant with female heat and her gripping palm.

"God, you smell so good…" he groaned. He ran his palms down her back to cup her round buttocks. Gently he dug his fingers into her resilient flesh. He was suddenly glad of his wiry build, or they both would have never fit in his chair.

"Give me a name, Master," she whispered then moved down to slide her lips and tongue against his throat. A hand burrowed in his hair, nails scoring him lightly. Her other hand stroked his hardness slowly, achingly slowly.

"Master… I like that," he shivered under her damp tongue and firm palm, "but call me Jay."

"Very well," she sighed. "Give me a name, Jay," she sighed then nibbled against the pronounced muscle in his neck with sharp little teeth. She released his cock and pressed both hands against his chest, her fingers tugged on his nipples lightly. Heat streaked straight down, making his cock jump between them.

"A name?" he shifted his hardness against her. Her damp pussy slid against his erection enticingly. He could feel moisture from her dripping warmly down his shaft. He filled his hands with her soft breasts. He molded them in his palms then tugged gently on her nipples. She whimpered softly.

"You must give me a name, to save your game," she insisted.

"Oh, okay… um, how about..." he was having trouble thinking. God this felt good. This was a game? Hell, this was only the demo? He was probably asleep and dreaming, but God, he'd never dreamed anything like this before! Briefly a comic book image came to mind. "Dawn, your name is Dawn." He shuddered as she lifted herself against him, pressing her breasts against his face.

"I am Dawn," she said as she pressed against him. He filled his mouth with a soft pink nipple. She tasted faintly of cinnamon and sugar. Bringing his hands up, he gently crushed both nipples to his lips. His tongue swirled then he sucked, drawing the erect pink flesh deep into his mouth. She rewarded him with a deep pleasurable sigh.

She shifted against him, centering his impossibly hard shaft against her pussy. He felt her move against the swollen head of his cock then position herself so that he was partway in. He groaned at the teasing then tightened his ass muscles, seeking entrance. She dropped suddenly into his lap, engulfing his cock deep into her pussy. They both grunted, then sighed in pleasure.

She leaned forward and rocked against the hardness deep in her flesh. Her damp heat squeezed around him then tugged, gripping him hard as she came up and he slid partway out, slick with her moisture. She settled back onto his shaft and leaned forward again. The chair rocked under them.

'She's good, she's getting it just right… shit!' he though in agony. He raised his hips and ground his painfully hard cock up into her softness, increasing the tempo. He bit his lip in concentration. He didn't want to lose it, this early in the game, but sweet Christ!

She took the hint and rocked a little faster, digging her toes into the rug for leverage. He took a sweet nipple into his mouth and sucked. She whimpered softly then grabbed the back of the chair pulling herself, going a little faster, grinding a little harder. Her hips writhed and she twisted around his shaft. Her breathing increased and she panted in his ear. Tiny whimpers became outright moans as she squeezed her ass muscles, increasing the pressure around his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, fuck FUCK!" he swore. He could feel the tightness in his balls, he was going to cum. Tension sizzled up his spine, shooting up the back of his neck. His toes dug into the rug as he surged hard up into the softness clenched around his cock. He grabbed for her hips and slammed her down, holding her firmly on his cock as he felt his cum surge from his balls. He rocked forward, holding her pinned as he pumped his cream into her. She screamed her orgasm, her flesh shuddering around him, milking the cum from his cock…

He howled… and snapped awake.

Jay watched, hands clenched on the arms of his chair, as a thick rope of his cum spurted from his dick straight up to spatter against his chest and chin. He grunted in surprise then grabbed for his dick, pointing the heavy stream he continued to pump out, away from his face. He groaned in agonizing pleasure as his cum landed on his keyboard in viscous white clumps. He couldn't stop himself as grunting, he pumped cum all over his computer and himself.

"Jesus Fuck!" He swore. He'd never, ever cum that way before. Damn, the shit was everywhere, all over his face, jeans, his shirt and the floor too. How the hell was he going to clean this mess up?

On the cum-spattered monitor the words: 'Game Over' blinked in red. Beneath it was the phrase: 'Game saved – DAWN'.

"I gotta buy the rest of this game!" Jay said in wonder. "Shit! How the hell am I gon'na get all the cum off my keyboard?"

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Kanin From Zia

He sent me the dream again last night. I always had crazy dreams, but ever since Kanin started talking to me in my head, my dreams changed; now they're about him. I know what he looks like from the dreams, but I've never seen him in person before. My dreams always start off with a stranger showing up, doing something to provoke my Daddy. Then I get in the picture, and then I get bit. All I can do is hold onto my dreams, since I don't know when he will come for me.

The dream I had last night was no different. My Daddy and I are inside my room, in our house, doing something or other, and suddenly, I see a flash of movement outside. My eyes peer out the window, and low and behold, some crazy person has parked their Winnebego in our back yard. The damn fool just opened the gate and pulled right on in. Of course, my Daddy comes running over all excited.

"What is it, darling?" he yells.

We both freeze. I can feel my heart racing, and my Daddy's breathing slows to a dead stop. The door to the white bus opens, and out steps a god. In my dreams there is always the same good looking man that knows my name, and makes me wet. Well, here he is.

Kanin's tall and kind of leathery looking. His face is tight and mysterious, and he's deadly handsome. He's got long, brown wavy hair that ends right at his shoulders, and he's muscular - the kind of muscular you can see in a working man's hands and arms. I can't see his body since he's covered by his jacket head to boots, but his hands, powerful and long. He looks up at us, and smiles as he tips his hat. "Come down to me," I hear in my mind. Jesus all mighty if I could jump out this window and land on his face, I'd be willing to die.

My Daddy starts moving side to side in his boots, and I can hear little ululations coming from his throat. Then he's gone. I turn back to the window, and Kanin is still there, staring at me. Fever burns my skin when I hear my Daddy snap his shotgun closed. I run after him screaming for him to stop. "Let me see what he wants," I say, practically begging my Daddy to put down his gun. But I already know. It's always the same thing. Kanin wants to fuck me in my mind, and damn if I'm gonna let Daddy shoot him before he does it.

My Daddy shifts angrily in his boots, and looks me straight in the eye. I know he's thinking about my Mama.

"My gun will be pointing at his head," he says.

Good Lord. Why is this necessary?

I slowly turn and head outside. No matter what is said, I always look forward to this part of the dream. I'm just glad I beat my Daddy out this time. The porch door cracks as I open it. Damn it's hot. The sun blinds my country blue eyes. Kanin's still standing there, leaning on his trailer. I put my hands on my sides real cocky like (he likes it when I do that). "Do you have a death wish or something?" I think to him. He smiles at me.

I carefully walk toward him, praying my Daddy won't shudder or nothing, and blow my head off accidentally.

"Thank you for saving me from a most wretched confrontation," Kanin thinks to me, blowing me a kiss.

I can hear him speaking in my head. It's his voice. Kanin's voice. Been speaking to me for a month. His voice starts in my mind, then works its way down to my heart, squeezing it awfully. Why won't Kanin let us be alone in my dreams? "Just what do you think you're doing?" I say. Man alive, he is good looking. His eyes look like green marbles. I can feel them pierce right through me. I fight my feet to keep them under my dress.

"I came to see you, of course. You knew that I was coming."

Yeah, I knew. From that voice, so dang elegant. I look back at the door, afraid of what my Daddy is doing inside. Then, with a sigh, I look back at Kanin. "Are you crazy?" I ask him. Breath in, breath out. I can't slow my heart. My body knows something I don't, and it won't share with my head.

"There is no need to worry my love. This is only a dream, like all the ones before it."

I know it, but it feels so real. "Why do we have to do this every time? Why involve my Daddy?" I think to him. My hands find their way across my chest. Whenever Kanin comes in my dreams, I think it's really happening. He's really here.

"Please do not ask questions. Just play along for now."

"What did you come here for?" I ask him, like I don't already know.

"I'm here to take you, Faye; here to take you to Zia."

"Then take me, I'm ready," I think to him. Kanin smiles at me, then his eyes drop down to my tits. Oh God, I'm getting wet. My heart's banging like a hammer. "No more dreams," I think to him. I can hear him. Hear his voice in my head. He's telling me things, wonderful things, about sex, about what he wants to do to me. My body sizzles in this on going heat.

"Do you want me, Faye?" he thinks.

Yes! Yes, please tell me.

"Close your eyes," he says grinning.

I lean my head back, and he starts the vision. His strong stomach is laying next to me on my bed. Fat beads of crystal sweat run down my face, and I'm saying it's hot. I stand up and peel away my floral pink dress, sending it to the floor. All I have on are old, beat-up black boots, with silver toes. My breasts are heaving and my nipples hard.

He turns his head, and smiles at me, but I am still looking at his golden stomach, covered in twisted brown hair. His hand moves down his black pants, and pulls his zipper down. In a spasm of movement, I see his cock spring up from a crop of pubs. Thick and fleshy. Standing straight up, looking at me, daring me.

"Oh my God," I say out loud, licking my lips, like I'm possessed. I swear I can feel his hands on me.

My crotch is swollen with want, the fluids running down my thighs. I might die from this heat, I think. Then it moves. Bobs back and forth, and he laughs out loud. All I can do is stare it down. The little jacket of flesh covering the head spits something out. My eyes follow the clear drip all the way down to the bush. He holds him arm out to me.

I don't want to be doing nothing else but this, every minute with him. He knows it.

I crawl into bed on all fours and slowly straddle him. My lips find his, and I taste his desire. I want this to last forever, but I know it won't. I slam down on him, and before I know it, he has my tits in his mouth, and I'm screaming like a howler monkey. All I can think is it feels so good. Nothing else like it in the whole world gives me that sensation. Not even Pistachio ice cream. It's good and all, but not like this.

My face trembles as I look over at the circulating fan. I feel it blow hot air around us, but it can't ever cool this heat. I won't let it.

I'm arching my back now, crying out my orgasm. And he's still bobbing me up and down on his hard cock.

"I will not leave here without you, Faye."

Shock smacks me in the face when he suddenly speaks out loud. I look at him mean-like. Damn him for interrupting that vision. My clit is crying. "What did you stop for?" I think to him. A slinky smile spills across his face. I swallow hard. This is starting to scare me, cause of what's coming next. It always scares me a little, but I like it. "You'd better get out of here if you don't want your head blown clean off."

Kanin straightens up, no longer leaning against his bus.

"I mean it. One of your kind already came for my Mama. My Daddy vows it ain't gonna happen twice."

"I came here for you, and I'm not leaving without you."

"Good," I think to him, stomping my boot on the ground. That same slinky smile jumps back across his face.

In a flash, I feel him on me. He's got me down on the grass, and I'm writhing, crying below him, yelling for him to stop, but I don't really want him to.

His hands are all over me, and I'm squirming underneath him, hoping I won't soak my underwear through before my Daddy shoots him.

Suddenly he stops, and leans his jaw against my neck.

"I love you, Faye," he whispers, then he does it.

Just like always in my dreams. First the pressure, then the prick. And I don't mean his pecker. His teeth I'm saying. They puncture my neck, and I open my mouth to scream, but I can't. His fangs bore into me, sending me into a frenzy of jerks. My eyes glaze over, and I don't even see the bullet when it rips his head off. Then I wake up.

Same dream every time. I mean sometimes it's a space ship, not a bus, and sometimes he just flies down in his jacket. But it's always near my house, it's always hot, he always shows me a vision of us fucking in my mind, and my Daddy always shoots him with a shotgun.

Oh, by the way, I'm Faye, Faye Barlett. Presently, I'm working in a barn, milking sweet old Bessie, on my Daddy's farm. In case your wondering, I'm nineteen, and about five foot six. My hair is yellow blonde, it hangs just a little past my shoulders, and I have freckles all over my face. I don't live in the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from here. Town's real small. Its only got about five hundred people. This town used to be alive, run over with folk, but the vampires ran them all off.

"There ain't no vampires," I remember Jack, my big jerky brother laughing one time, while he cored an apple. "It's just bullshit meant to scare us."

I admit I found it hard to believe. All the trouble started about two months ago. People started screaming, finding their animals dead and sucked dry. They said the carcasses had two big holes in them, like bites or something. Back then I thought everyone had gone nuts.

Once a person got bit, that was it. The town went crazy. People screamed it was vampires. And that was that. Most people packed up their bags and took off. But not my Daddy. He said if the vampires come, he would teach them a lesson.

But my Mama was terrified. She told me something bad would happen to her if we didn't leave right away. She said she could feel someone coming. Someone strong.

I asked her how she knew, and she told me he spoke to her. Sometimes I'd catch her staring at the table. Her face was pale and mighty frightening, and her eyes looked mad. That's when I knew; I knew he was speaking to her. She said he would whisper crazy things to her, even when she was in church! He would tell her what being a vampire is like. He said it was easy. You could fly, and feel the world around you. Go anywhere. Live forever. Be feared by all. Hear noises a million miles away. He said he was gonna take her to Zia, the planet all vampires were from, and change her there. But she didn't want it. She was a Christian woman after all.

I didn't know if I believed her. But when she spoke, it all seemed so God awful bad, and I hated to see my Mama upset like that. And sure enough, turned out she was right.

One night the wood floor past my room creaked, and woke me up. I saw her flash by and wondered where the heck she was going so late. I put on my robe, and chased her down the stairs outside.

There he was. I will never forget the moment I saw him. Count something or other. I can never remember his name, on account it is foreign and long. He was a vision. Standing in the middle of the yard with his cape out. He was damn good looking. His hair was white. So was his face. I couldn't make out his eyes, but he was huge. Much bigger than my Daddy or Jack. And there was something about him. I could feel it in the wind. A force or something.

I could see my Mama was fighting him. It's like she was being pulled, and couldn't stop her feet. I heard her cry out for help, and I began to run to her, but I was frozen. I noticed the Count had lifted his long arm at me. For the life of me I couldn't move my feet. Later Kanin said it was the Count. Put a spell on me or something. The count finally grabbed her, and closed her up in his cape. Then they took off in the black sky. It hasn't been the same around here since that night the Count took her. Jack left home after that. Said he couldn't stand being without Mama. We all loved her. If you ask me, I think Jack just couldn't stand the thought of one of them taking her away.

I thought to Kanin once, "why didn't you come for me like that?" He said it wasn't his way; he doesn't want me afraid. That's why he's doing it this way, fucking me in my mind while I'm sleeping, getting me used to him slowly. He says it will get me ready for what it will be like when he comes for me. That way, it will be real special when he comes. We can ascend to Zia together (his words not mine), and I can see Mama. A kind vampire? I'll be damned. I just want to be with him.

"You about done, sugar?"

I turn and see my Daddy standing at the opening of the barn, holding a lantern. I can barely see him, since it's so dark outside. Got to be another hour till sunrise. "Ten more minutes," I say, smiling at him. The straw crunches under his foot as he turns to leave.

Bessie's starting to get upset. "It's all right, girl." She's usually real content when I come for her in the morning, but now she won't let me finish milking her. She's clopping all over the ground. Down right disturbed. I'm afraid she's gonna knock over my lantern and start a barn fire. "Easy, easy," I say. Her black and white coat feels fuzzy against my cheek.

"Faye?"

I freeze. So does Bessie. My eyes level off. My mind goes blank. All there is, is his voice in the darkness. Bessie starts hollering. Her brown eyes are glistening. Can it be he's really here? Or am I dreaming?

"Kanin?" I think, not bothering to turn around. I can feel him. He's smiling at me. I don't have to look, I know he's finally here to take me to Zia. Suddenly, I don't care about the farm, my Daddy or Jack. My breathing is sparse. I feel his presence over me. I didn't even hear him come in the barn.

"Do you want me, Faye?" he thinks to me.

I can feel his dead breath on my neck.

"Like a goldfish wants water."

His hands find my waist, and they gently pull me up. My hands let go of Bessie. I moan in my mind feeling his hands slide my skirt up. He bends me over, and pulls my underwear down. I have wanted this forever.

Kanin's hands spread my legs open. His fingers find my clit. I'm wetter than the pail of milk sitting at my feet. His razor sharp fingernails are barely scratching my lips. I can't hardly stand this; he's patting my pussy with his palm. "Please!" I scream in my mind, squeezing my eyes shut.

I hear his pants unzip. Thank the Lord on high. His cock grinds against my thigh, and slowly he pulls my lips open, and slides it in. His pecker's poking me all the way to my stomach. I hear him moan behind me, while he's thinking my name. With every push of his cock, I'm on the brink of orgasm. "Faster!" I scream out loud.

He's working me like a churn works butter; fucking me from behind like a prize stud. His fingers find my tits. He gropes me from outside of my dress. My nipples are hard as pebbles. I never knew it could be this way. People always said vampires were blood sucking monsters. They didn't know Kanin. I'm melting in this heat with every bang I feel against my ass. My orgasms drilling out from the inside. I'm coming! "Kanin!" I scream feeling his teeth bury their way in my back. I grab for his hand, his hand finds mine and he squeezes it.

All the sudden, there's a yell from behind us. I feel Kanin's teeth pull out of my back.

"Get your hands off my girl!" I hear my Daddy growl.

Kanin and I turn around at the same time. Kanin's mouth is all red with my blood.

My Daddy's looking down his shotgun that's aimed at Kanin's head.

Kanin throws his jacket around me, and I feel my body jerk up.

"Darling!" I can hear my Daddy screaming beneath us.

I hear a bullet zing around the barn as we crash through the roof. Poor Bessie's squealing.

"Sorry Daddy," I whisper, "but I'm going."

Seems like we're flying forever. Kanin's thinking to me, rubbing my back where he bit me, telling me it's all right, we'll be happy together in Zia. I'm clutching to him, like a baby clutches to it's mama's finger. I can already feel my body changing. Feels weird; it's like I know where everything is without seeing it. I can sense heat and life.

"Tell me again," I say to him. "Tell me what Zia's like."

Kanin starts a vision in my mind. He sets us down on an orange pathway, and peels back his jacket. I look up to see purple sky. Vampires, dressed like kings, are floating through air that ripples around us, like tiny waves over the ocean. It reminds me of the time I ate those wild mushrooms I found on the farm, and I thought Bessie was talking to me.

"What in the face of Lily May?" I say, staring straight ahead.

It's Mama; she's standing right in front of us. "Mama?" I think. She nods at me. She can hear my thoughts! She looks like a queen, dressed in a green flowing gown, with gold lace. She smiles sweetly at us. Her face is smooth and pale. She looks young, tight, perfect. I can't believe it's her. She hugs me so hard I think my bones will crack, and when I look to my right, my eyes grow wide inside my head. It's Count what's his face. Like before, he's still white and good looking. He's smiling at me too. My Mama lets go of me, and walks over to him, taking his hand in hers.

Never before have I felt this alive.

"We will be there soon," Kanin thinks to me.

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