Subtle, but any sort of expression from this statue was saying a lot.“Vivienne, are you alright?”“Y-Yes.”Ah, right, Daniel was her grandsire. ...ack felt his smile grow as he looked at the sheriff, and then glanced toward his grandchilde. A menacing glance.Message received. Daniel’s scowl remained, and he adjusted his leather gloves as he glared at the Ripper. “How do you want to do this?”“I wanted a good fist fight, but these Carthians failed to deliver. So, I won’t summon my army, if you don’t. I can make out the large bed and the large wardrobe that fill most of the space here but nothing that I could perceive as the man to whom the bed belongs. I move in an extra inch, my vision adjusting, my brain starting to place the other things I know are here. The desk to my right, the small bin beside it that has held nothing other than paper. The three bars of light surrounding the bathroom mirror hum. The full length surface reflects the back wall I can not see behind the partially opened. I tell them that you are my sex slave for the night, and they can feel free to use you as they please with one condition. Your mouth is mine. I am the only one who gets to fuck it or cum in it...the rest of you is fair game. You look at me, appalled, and I tell you to get me a beer from the fridge and you better listen.You get my beer, and just before we head out to get the boat underway, Lee walks up to you, gives you a deep kiss, grabs your ass, groping it, pulling your dress up and exposing. I understand you play music, Don, perhaps you could give us a song later?" Yes, lets!" Nan bubbled beside me, "we could do some of that stuff from the other day." Um," I felt trapped, " sure," I reluctantly agreed.It wasn't too bad, however. I strummed away on Nan's little soprano learner's guitar and sang with her, avoiding the faces of the audience.There was an enthusiastic response. Afterwards Nan's brothers and father let loose with a few Irish songs, a la capella. They took their Irish.