Rey, March 4, 2009

My birthday passed the way it almost always does – without fanfare, or friends, or presents. Not so much as a phone call from Lyla or Ramiel. Of course, if they called the cabin, they’d have gotten the voice mail. I checked, but if anyone called, they didn’t leave any messages. They’re probably busy, doing whatever it is they have to do in Mythic City.

Grey didn’t do anything either, but I don’t expect it. He’s not used to needing to remember this kind of thing, let alone other holidays normal people celebrate. That’s okay. When he’s with me, he more than makes up for it. The last time, we went for a run in the woods. I lasted longer than before, able to run through the woods longer before he decided to catch me. He was really excited, and when his eyes bleed to wolf, it sets me on fire. The first time was hard and fast, like we were rutting beasts. He took me from behind with such force I had to brace myself against the fallen tree to keep from being pushed head first into the ground.

When we were done, he gathered up my torn up clothes and carried me back to the cabin. We got cleaned up in the shower together, and ended up doing it again. It started in the bathroom and finished in the bed. This time it was slow and meticulous. I deep throated him, bringing him explosively twice, grunting my name, his hands tangled in my hair or gripping the bedsheets with white knuckles. By the time he was finished with me, I could barely talk. He cleaned me up so gently and tucked me into bed with such a gentle, loving kiss.

But enough about that. On the 3rd, I treated myself to a really nice dinner, then visited the girls to pick up the money and check on how things were going. I got a name from them of a local middle man, someone who can set me up with people looking to move goods. I’ll be meeting with him tomorrow.

I’m going to need to find somewhere to sell the stuff. It can’t really be in Boston, so I need to find a base somewhere. Baltimore? Maybe not. New Orleans? It’s still a mess there, but it might be a good place to start. But can I just go there and start dealing? I may have to find an entry there. Get involved with the mob there? Problem is, if I do that, they’ll get their hooks into me and then I’m screwed. I need to see if I can find a way to stay away from them if at all possible.

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