This was the kind of fantasy that he stroked himself off to in the middle of the night. Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly filthy, he read st...ries about boys like him being ****d and tortured online. He kept telling himself that he didn't want this, but it was all his fantasies coming to life, and as much as he told himself that, he was rock hard by the time that John had finished his speech. "Hmm?" John asked. "Like that, do you? Fascinating. Well then, you're in for a treat.". Selene did not want to attract attention and therefore usually enslaved men who had no ties and also tended to have little education. For the same reason, she spread her wealth over many small individual investments so that no one would notice how wealthy she really was.Selene had tried to follow various vampire myths for a long time, but none of the myths concerned her. She was too different from the mythical figures. Sunlight, garlic, silver, and holy water were completely normal to her. Just. He read the whole thing - twice - then looked up at her quizzically."Do you want to go?" He asked seriously.She nodded her head. "Un huh, I sure do. I think it will be great seeing all my old friends again." Uh ... but what about that Trisha Grant girl, I mean if she's there won't there still be some bad blood between the two of you?"Brenda thought about that for a minute or two and although it was probably true she didn't want her boyfriend to know that she was still scared shitless of the. “With me there or not?” “Both,” I said, smiling. She poured the last bit of wine into her glass and drank it in one gulp. “I’m trying to picture you with a guy,” she said. “I think I’m jealous, but in a way not.” “Same with you and that girl,” I said. She sat there for a moment, breathing deeply, looking me straight in the eye. Her face and neck and the bit of flesh visible through her open collar were flushed. “The hell with the dishes,” she said. “Let’s go to bed.” She got up and.