Now could I drink hot blood

The old man was well on his way to becoming a moveable feast for a certain species of politic worm but was not exactly what one would think of room temperature when his wife hopped gruntingly into bed with Claude. Good old Claude; dependable, well mannered, wise Claude. Claude had been Henry’s best friend and closest ally, something like a counselor. In addition to that, Claude was Henry’s little brother. Had there been jealousy? Had Claude coveted his brother’s wife, his family, his double wide mobile home (four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a family room with a gas burning faux fireplace and the biggest damn kitchen anyone in the trailer park had ever seen), or growing empire built upon the desiccated bones and soft chalk teeth of an ever growing number of meth ravaged bodies? Of that who could say. All that was certain was that Claude sure as hell seemed to have been in one fuck of a hurry to insert himself into Henry’s house, Henry’s job and Henry’s wife. At that purpose he had achieved the desired end admirably.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Georgia was propped on one elbow, the sheet creased just below her large sagging breasts. Her shape was not bad for a woman of her particular age and each discrete inch of her body was slicked with a sheen of viscous sweat. As she spoke she shifted her weight to obscure the fact that she was fishing under the sheets for her balled up panties. A second shift hid the movement of using those self same panties to wipe the dripping come from her crotch. She was starting to worry at his mood. He would withdraw into his own world immediately after they fucked, starring across the empty space for several minutes then standing up and wandering aimlessly around the house. At the moment he was just at the edge of that weird mood. Georgia decided to try again. “Baby, is everything okay?”

He did not answer. In place of an answer he gave an ugly grunt and lifted himself from the bed. He moved to the bathroom and stood gripping his penis before the toilet. It took him some time to get a decent flow started. Once it finally began, though, it came out in a torrent. Claude shook his cock a few times and then made his way back to the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled a cigarette from the pack on the night stand and lit it with his brass Zippo.

He let his head fall into his hands and started to speak. “Baby, I feel like it’s all gonna go to shit.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes and tried to think of something to say.



  1. this is why i save you for last.


    • Does that mean that I will be driven mad and devoured last? If so, I am very excited.


    • Does that mean that I will be driven mad and devoured last? If so, I am very excited. MmmmmmmmmmmmmmMmmmmmmmmmmmm… Madness.


      • No, it means you will be eaten First. The truly privileged may petition to be eaten first and avoid the final madness of the succulent feasts that will follow them.


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