Already tired and contented by the warm presence of the loving person they held in their arms, the intruder quickly joined George in a deep. They cuddled their body up to his back and wrapped an arm around his chest. He was out for the count.A person had entered his room, and his bed. Not even the creak of the mattress, the air on his back, or the rustling of the sheets managed to bestir him from his peaceful slumber. Nor did he hear the door slam shut less than a minute later and be re-locked. I had dark urges inside which I couldn’t. Why is he doing this? What’s in it for him? I’ll answer those questions soon enough. A guy from a long line of bad guys claims to fight the bad guys. So why do I fight the Sociopaths if I’m one of them? That’s a very good question. My grandfather Boris was like that, according to my grandmother Clara. At the end of that season I quit too and did just the opposite kind of work that my dad did: he bred bulls and horses for the rodeo. She never did go back to the rodeo business. She had left me with some bitter words and had gone home to her folks in Cheyenne. ended real fast when she caught me with her nemesis, the only girl that ever beat her. We’d been talking marriage for a few months but that tal. I always did my best to see that they left with a smile on their face.
