Thursday May 7th 2009
Who: Lupe and Kennedy What: Spouses talking Where: Their apartment When: Thursday evening Rating: NSFW
Ken still hadn't told Lupe what he was yet. He didn't know how. It was still so staggering in his mind, the vast change between what he had been and what he was now. It conflicted with all his morals. He was a servant to God. How was he supposed to become demonic? Worse still, how could something so personal as intercourse now become something as common and public as food? He didn't think he could do it. He felt the hunger in him, the need for something more than the steaks he had cooked for Lupe last night, but the thought of exploring that hunger seemed too much.
Still, he knew he needed help. People looked at him as he walked by them, really looked, in a way that he had never noticed anyone looking before. It made him feel good, and that made him feel guilty. He didn't know what to do. He had to figure out how to turn this off. He had been hiding in his room all night, but he knew now that he needed to talk to Lupe about it. So with a regretful sigh, Ken left his work on his desk and padded barefoot to his wife's room, knocking gently on her door. "Lupe?" he called. "May I ask you something, please?"