“I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.”

“Simon thought I was lovely.Was the Giggler out of the harem?Was there even a harem left?What did this mean?Would I only think in questions now?And if so, who is Eric Cartman's father?”

“I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry."That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible.""Did the psychic think so?”

“There was nothing civilized about sex with Eric.”

“Now, we have sleepy celebration sex.”

“What?” Eric shook his head. “Angel Moreno is into talking to chicks now? When did you turn into a total wuss?"Angel shrugged, and took another bite of his food. He avoided looking at Eric; suddenly not sure he wanted to talk about it. “I don’t know, dude, she’s just cool to hang with, I guess.” Eric nodded, as if he got it. “So, you’re not into her? I thought she was pretty hot.”“I’m into her, you ass, just ‘cause I didn’t bone her the first night. Not all girls are like that, you know.”Eric grinned. “So, you did get shot down.”