Bingo, he thought. Go, not ko.
I know, I know, I replied, at last finding a lone man around my own age, his hands behind his back, waiting for an opportunity. Him and me both, I figured.
My hand reached up and plucked his covered n****e. He groaned, and I moved further up, fingertips tickling his neck, my palm against his flesh, jugular beating beneath, fast and steady. I released my mind from my cousin’s and locked on to the stranger’s. “Forget, forget, forget,” I whispered as my mouth licked and slurped, my teeth expanding, sharpening, sinking, and puncturing on through. His moan swirled around us as I drank my fill, blood again filling my meter to full.
When I turned, my cousin had already drunk and was now fulfilling other bodily needs. Go figure.
Three men were upon him, one givin
