Not. Having a friend is a nice change. That, and you really are hanging on to hope of actually meeting her some day.

You: What kind of animals do you work on?

Besides being a way more casual subject, you’re also curious. You’ve always liked animals, but since the change, it was even easier getting along with them. They seemed to know both that you’d get nothing from eating them anymore and that they would be incapable of hurting you, either. They regarded you as an irritating presence at worst, but usually allowed your approach and enjoyed the company as long as you didn’t startle them. You’ve heard that’s not the case with all boogiemen, ESPECIALLY the kid-scaring types with domestic animals, but you’ve spent some time making sure a neglected animal or two (who suddenly didn’t have an owner once you were done with them) got somewhere safe, and it hadn’t always been a one-day affair.

Alex: THAT would be kind of telling.

Alex: I’m a specialist. So, if I tell you what kind of animal, you will know EXACTLY where I work.

You: Shit, didn’t mean to pry like that.

You: I just like animals.

Alex: Then you might like to know I DO have a cat.

Alex: His name is Stabcloud.

Alex: The reasons for that should be obvious.

That flows easier. Talking with her about her cat gets you away from the exciting, but perilous waters of your libidos. You want her, sure, but you value the companionship you get from having someone to talk to even more. Not that you AREN’T planning on fucking her if you can … but that seems doubtful. For now, this is enough. Especially knowing she kind of liked you jacking off to her, which isn’t something you DON’T plan on doing again.

She’s from Maine, twenty-eight (so just about six years younger than you before all THIS), and, while it surprises you, she kind of has social issues because she hates being looked at. By crowds, at least. Avoiding people is always a high priority for her, which you can sympathize with, but you also sympathize with her saying that it gets awful lonely succeeding well enough at that.

Alex: Do you think it was me?

You: That’s insane.

Alex: I’m serious, do you think I came on too strong? I mean, I just tried to kiss him.

Alex: But then he IMMEDIATELY left town.

You: I don’t think that’s a normal response. You didn’t, like, pin him down and try to have your way with him, right?

Alex: Uh-uh. Just a goodnight kiss. I mean, open mouth, but still.

Alex: It was our third date. I was … a little impatient.

You: Hey, we all have different speeds, but I really, really doubt Jameson split just because you were so sexually intimidating.

You: I’m pretty sure he was planning to leave town soon, completely regardless of your actions.

You leave out the part where you’re sure he was about to skip town because it would be the best way to avoid being caught for her ****. It still seems too surreal to be honest about. You doubt she’d even believe you, though she’s remarkably trusting. It’s nice in a friend, but dangerous in the presence of a killer. A killer like him, anyway.

Alex: I knooooooooow.

Alex: Logically, I know.

Alex: It’s just hard getting to know people in a new town. Especially cute people who you wouldn’t mind seeing naked.

Alex: Hey, where’s a good place to go to eat?

You: Hm?

Alex: Well, I’ve lived here for a little now, but I never go out, but I’m supposed to pick somewhere to go out for work.

Alex: I don’t want to pick somewhere shitty. It’s a rotating schedule thing we do every month, it’s my turn.

You: Um, I haven’t been there in ages, but … Tella’s?

You: Let me make sure it’s still open.

You: Yeah, Tella’s. It’s diner food stuff, but the quality’s solid. Probably not the top restaurant in the city, but you wanted a crowd pleaser, right?

Alex: Broad appeal, yeah.

Alex: That’s Tuesday. Incidentally.

Alex: Around 13:30.

Alex: If you want to come by.

You: 13:30?

Alex: Oh my God, 1:30.

You: I know, I just don’t see people using military time for it a lot.

Alex: I wasn’t born in the States.

Alex: And it’s a 24-hour clock, like, everywhere else.

Alex: If I’m drunk or high, people don’t question it.

You: Because they’re drunk or high?

Alex: Because I get super-British when I’m drunk or high.

Alex: I normally sound pretty American otherwise.

Alex: I mean, I am, legally. And I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.

You: And if you’re British-sounding, it’s weird, foreign shit.

Alex: Exactly!

Alex: But if I sound like them, it’s rebellion against the status quo.

Alex: And we can’t have that.

Alex: God forbid we start operating like a civilized country.

You: I didn’t know this was such a hot button.

Alex: I’m a nut, I know.

Alex: Hey, I gotta’ hit the hay again. I have work at the crack of why-am-I-awake.

Alex: But seriously, if you want to come by Tuesday, I’m sure my co-workers would be fine with that.

You sort of doubted it, though you could probably at least come by. Not be seen, per se, but being there wouldn’t be hard. All the same, it seemed a little stalkery. Then again, she had invited you … maybe you could talk to her alone, at some point? You’re not sure how, especially without freaking her out, but maybe. Looking down after thinking, you see she’s sent you another video.

Alex: (she’s wearing a red hoodie you immediately think looks very soft, along with a black tank top. you can’t see much else, though it’s hard to ignore her cleavage in-frame. her hair’s parted to her left, which you note give her a very sexy bit of edge to her look. her expression seems nervous, but cheerful) Hey, Adam! It’s Alex. Obviously. I just wanted to say thanks for chatting. (ah, yeah, you can hear the tiny bit of accent there) It’s nice to make new friends; it’s something I’m really, really bad at. I just wanted to send you a goodnight. Oh, and … (she leans back a little, bending over, then tugs down her tank top. while her nipples don’t poke out, it exposes her tits entirely above that, pressed together pleasingly while she grins, then bites her lip a little, giving you a good view for a few moments and even moving around a little so you can see them shake slightly) In case you exhausted your old material. See ya’!

You: I mean, it can hold me over, but I’m never going to say “no,” to being given more.

You: Seriously, thank you, too. I get that feeling.

You: Sleep well.

You’d like to be able to send her a video back. It seems polite. But as you set the phone down for a moment, glancing over the wicked blades on your fingers and noting your gaunt, unnatural height, there are a few roadblocks that keep you from doing that.

Your session tonight isn’t as intense as the previous one. The video Alex sent you is certainly arousing, and you have no problem jacking off to it. Your fantasy is just less complex as you feel your prick give you less time to do your business. So, you settle for images of those wonderful lips wrapped around your cock, staring up at you. You can see her sliding up, topless, when she needs to catch her breath (or just wanted to tease you), pushing her tits around your shaft and rubbing it between them to keep you at attention. When she has you where she wants you, Alex’s mouth engulfs your dick again, lowering all the way to the base, easily conquering her gag reflex. You can almost hear the sounds of her throat working your cock while her lips suck around it, tongue slipping over and under your most sensitive nerves as she signals to you that she wants to make you cum.

In your head, she swallows, but not effortlessly. The fountain of cum spilling over your hand as you masturbate reminds you how much jizz this is for a human to produce, and you can see her eyes pinched tightly as she focuses on swallowing the whole load. She fails, but you don’t mind when she chooses to slide back up and finish pumping your dick with her tits. You watch pearly white semen pour over her breasts, occasional ropes shooting up and catching her face, as you groan and finish pleasuring yourself while her video repeats for the umpteenth time. You wonder if she’d go to the sink, or clean it up more … manually.

That’s not the real issue, though. The real issue is Tuesday. Are you going to go and try to actually see her? Or are you going to just hide here, like you always do, wasting away while you do your bloody work by night with no one to speak to?