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no harm. Quite the reverse. Things will be so much better for you with us. You'll never be lonely again because we'll always be here with you. And when we're firing on all cylinders, we can do you more good than you could possibly imagine. All your dreams can come true, Wesley. All the
nice
ones.'
    A warm, sensuous glow seemed to filter through the chill in the car. What a relief it would be to have friends that would never leave him. Somebody -- or something -- who would never let him down. OK, so Luciferia wasn't a pretty sight and Maximillian was getting more and more decrepit as every second passed, but at least they seemed to like him. There was an indefinable honesty about them and -- in spite of their revolting appearance -- a macabre and almost primordial attractiveness. Hard as it was to believe, Luciferia Jones and Maximillian Tesoro were definitely his kind of people.
    Ethan's betrayal and the company's callous attitude and all the publishers who had poured scorn on his stories; all these things seemed a million miles away now. The only reality was the peculiar but kindly couple who were decomposing with alarming rapidity over his brand new grey plush seat covers.
    "Pleashe?" appealed Luciferia, a tear forming in the cavernous socket that held the festering remains of her eye.
    "What do I have to do?" Wesley whispered, adrift on a joyous, inevitable wave.
    "Let me kish you..." Trailing runny, shredding skin, her fingers settled softly on his groin.
    Wesley stomach flopped rebelliously. Oh God! Oh no! He couldn't let this thing suck his cock! His head reeled, befuddled by the stench of bad flesh, and the idea of his penis engulfed in a well of necrotic corruption.
    "Pleashe help me, Weshley..." The horror that had formerly been beauty sobbed piteously.
    Wesley nodded in resignation, and with a feeling that at long, long last he was coming home, he lay back in his seat and closed his eyes.
    Bones clicked and rattled as fingers fumbled quickly at his clothing. An icy, gelid mist seemed to waft across his penis, and then he was drawn in and enclosed, his shaft suddenly stiff and alive in a spongy, satin-lined cavern that seemed to shift and melt around him. His hips bucked as the slithering stub of her tongue found his keenest and most sensitive place. He moaned incoherently and felt Maximillian's bony fingers soothe his cheek -- and then, in a blaze of incandescent sweetness, he felt his seed, his soul, and his very life come pumping forth joyfully from his loins to fill up Luciferia's cold, dead mouth.
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    It was nearly mid-day and Wesley Greensward woke up as a very happy man. His memories were fuzzy, but he did have a distinct recollection that last night he had enjoyed adventurous sex in a score of new positions with not one, but two enthusiastic partners. His body should have ached and been sore, but instead he felt absolutely wonderful.
    And he felt even better at the sound of something heavy and papery dropping through the letterbox downstairs.
    The post!
    He stretched luxuriously and debated whether he should climb out of his cozy bed to fetch it; or just languish in the soft, erotic heat and play with his newly-hardened cock. Hearing nimble footsteps racing down the stairs, he relaxed back amongst passion-rumpled sheets and succumbed to a renewed rush of pleasure.
    "It's here, you guys!" cried a gleeful voice.
    As if in response -- although its occupant could not have heard the shout -- the shower in the next room ceased its relentless downpour.
    Clad in nothing but his smooth, gleaming skin, Maxi bounded into the room carrying a magazine that he had torn from its wrappings -- a most prestigious and literary journal. Throwing himself down on the bed, he first punched Wesley playfully on the chest, and then reached down casually to fondle his now impressive erection. "Success, old friend," he murmured, running his fingers over both Wesley's rearing flesh and the magazine's high-gloss pages, "and only