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the shit out of me though.
    He slides the bullet into a revolver, spinning the cylinder. “Normally I look the other way at Fox’s dealings. They are beneath me.” The shifter wrinkles up his button nose. “But this time, he’s messed with the wrong rabbit. No one endangers a member of my family.” By the way he’s holding my gaze, I know he’s making a point. If I didn’t love Hunny, I’d walk, no, run the other way. “I can lend you three hundred experienced vamp hunters, thirty-three tourists.” He winces. “I apologize for the thirty-three, but I have to train them somehow, understand.”
    Hunny has three hundred and thirty-three relatives. My jaw drops. She’d mentioned family but before now, I hadn’t understood the full extent of it.
    My surprise amuses the uncle. He laughs. “We’re rabbit shifters, Drake. Welcome to the family.”

 
     
     
    08 Hunny’s Blog
     
    The prison guard turns the hose on the naked inmate. Water sloshes down his wide shoulders, tracing his spine, and drips between tightly clenched ass cheeks. “Against the wall.” The guard’s voice is gruff. “And spread them.”
    The prisoner, a large black man, faces away from the camera, his fingers splayed over the gleaming white tile. His skin glistens with moisture. He is one hunk of a man. My pussy grows wet.
    “I said spread them.” The fully-clothed guard kicks the inmate’s feet apart, widening his stance. His balls hang down between his legs. His cock doesn’t. It is fully erect, seven and a half inches of glorious man meat. The prisoner’s ass is tilted up.
    The guard spreads those ass cheeks. The camera zooms in on the puckered hole. Pants are unzipped and fall to the guard’s ankles. He is also hard and equally well equipped. There is a close up as that white cock slams into the dark hole. Bodies slap together. The inmate’s ass is brutally ravaged. He doesn’t seem to mind, moaning loudly, pushing back in order to take the guard deeper.
    I shift on the couch, imagining that Drake is the guard and I’m the one he’s taking up against the wall. It is a fantasy I should be indulging in private. I don’t have privacy. I’m not alone in the room.
    Sarge watches the man-on-man action from his seat at the other end of the couch. This movie is very different from the horror flick I watched last night with Drake’s other friend. I suspect that’s because Sarge has different tastes in areas other than movies. The bowl of popcorn in his lap presses against an erection. I’m not the only one turned on.
    “Is that how it is in prison?” I ask softly. That was his excuse for this film. He framed it as an educational look at the prison system.
    “Oh, yes.” Sarge sounds wistful. “Sometimes…” The inmate turns around and Sarge stops talking. I stop thinking. The man has an impressive hard-on. The guard drops to his knees, the floor now mysteriously dry, and takes that black cock into his mouth. No one knows a cock like another man. Watching these men go at it, I learn a few new things to try on Drake.
    “How many prisoners have you subdued that way, Sarge?” The devil in me makes me ask this. I don’t really want to know the answer.
    “None! Me? Hell no!” he yells, his face red. There’s an awkward pause. “You don’t think I’m gay, do you?” Sarge sounds hurt, like being gay is a death sentence or something.
    “No, of course not,” I lie. Sure you’re not gay, sweetheart. Most straight men watch man-on-man porn in their spare time.
    “Good because I’m not.” Sarge stands, the bowl held in front of his crotch. “I have to take a leak.” He hurries to the bathroom, taking the bowl with him. I make a mental note to discard the remaining popcorn. I’m not a fan of that brand of special seasoning. I turn to a music channel, increasing the volume to give him some privacy.
    “That is most considerate of you.”
    I start at the distinctive voice. Krag Fox stands in the doorway, dressed all in