She finally settled for a loud exhale and a quiet “Wow.”Absentmindedly petting Marie’s head, Jessica looked over at Jane, who had a look on her ...ace that Jessica recognized. The poor thing had given without receiving, and was badly in need to some attention.Standing, Jessica gestured for Jane to take her place in the chair. “Make her come,” she said to Marie, and left to refill her drink. Marie was pulling Jane’s panties down as she left the room.Fresh martini in hand, Jessica stood for a few. It’s traditional in the Gothic horror genre and pop culture in general to call vampires ‘Count this or that,’ right? Blame Bram Stoker and Hollywood for that! So, anyway, Lindsay, I’m going to ask you a question, right here in front of the class. Then your honesty, if you are honest, will count in place of that essay that you dreaded so much,” Anne Fairfax stunned us all with this greeting.“Okay ... hit me with it, then,” a very nervous Lindsay replied.“Are you in love with Charles here? Even a. Then I got right over him. “I'm not screwing with you Ray. If you ever don't have sex with me when I wanna have sex, there will be a shit load of hell to pay, do you got that?” I asked. “Yes I do Jennifer, I got that,” Ray replied with a straight face. Then I laid back down with him and gave him a kiss. We both cuddled for a few more minutes. I couldn't believe how happy we both were. Maybe the 'X' factor was that Bill and Wendy and our parents were incestuous too. We weren't sure, but it. Most of my letters were unemotional and filled with a lot of current events which I knew she was not the least bit interested in at all. On the other hand her letters to me were willed with erotic stuff that I don’t feel right in relating to the readers at this point. My story was well-received by my peers and I even got a permanent position on a Miami newspaper looking for a writer able to fill in the voids left by their other reporters with absolutely no idea how to connect prose to details.