This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

I was watching Highlander and Heather was my favorite character. She loved Connor and no idea he wouldn’t age. He loved her and wouldn’t ever leave her until she died.

That’s what it’s like for my kind. We can be killed, but watching a spouse die whike we look ageless, knowing we will go on. It gives love a perspective that only we know.

The loves I’ve had in my short 150 years compared to 5,000 years. 

That was the question I had.

She answered it.

Each one is different and it’s why we fall in love with any. Find one you can talk to, and and the rest will take care of itself. 

We do marry each other on occasion. Abby, was a Succubus to my Incubus. 

So if she hates me for fucking up her life, she be hating me for a long ass motherfucking time. 

Or

She could forgive me and give me my god damn fucking divorce!

I figure it’s been more than a century and if I hadn’t looked her up, well, I did.

Nothing I can do about it.

Nor would I want to.

Face me you fucking Succubus.

If anyone ever reads this, how the fuck do I explain it.

Oh well, fucked I may be, but fucked well if anyone ever sees.