He refused any attempt by the driver to start a conversation on the way to his house. He seemed to think suggesting Paul was a model was the height of...compliments. After what seemed forever to Paul, they arrived and he pulled the bills out of his bra to pay him. The driver's eyes bulged to an extent Paul didn't believe was possible as he did so.He ran to the door, feeling the taxi driver's eyes on his ass all the way there. He slammed the door behind him, and leaned against it, his breasts. "Grinning at the chef, Eddie quipped, "Just like at home."William laughed at the exchange taking delight in what to him were surprising twists and turns. It dawned on him that many of the conversations he had participated in had been somewhat flat because he had known what was going to be said before they even started.The first course was Antipasto with baby scallops, shrimp, calamari, artichokes, hearts of palm, roasted tomatoes and peas with a light vinaigrette. Peter didn't seem to mind when. Her eyes were closed again as she relived the last time, and how he had tortured her, refusing to let her take the last step until she was twisting beneath him, begging for the final strokes that would give her release.The buzz of the doorbell jerked her out of her dream and she looked at the clock. Midnight. Who the hell went round ringing people's doorbells at midnight? Her legs felt wobbly as she went to the intercom.'Yes.' She slipped her hand under her T-shirt again, not wanting to slide. ? That... Would be wonderful to die by your hands..." I muttered out. She laughed and moved down to my neck and said in my ear, "I'm going to have fun with you... Alot of pain before your death... Your too beautiful to kill so quickly... I will make you remember me in the afterlife..." As she spoke her last words she tilted my head to expose my neck... I was ready... "Vampires are awesome... Besides... I don't really have a reason to live anyway..." I whispered. Then I felt her tongue on my.