" Yes, dear, but not until the end of the week. I told you that. If youcontinue to complain you'll be gagged and spend the week with your mouthfilled....In fact, since I don't need your mouth for a while, I think I'llgag you now to give you an idea of what it would be like."She went to her stash -- her supply of misery - again, and returned witha bit gag and a head harness. She carefully put the harness on me,tightening all the straps so the harness would not slip or be removable,and then placed. However, the vamps seem to be careful, not killing clients. I mean, who is going to go to the police and say, 'Hey, the fourteen-year-old hooker I paid to give me a blowjob sucked a pint or two of blood instead.'"Mr. Glastonbury laughed. "And your plan is to wade in there and wipe them out?" Well, remember the 'Queen of the Night.' In a couple of days I'll go visit my subjects. I told the kidnapper guy that I was a vampire. I'm sure they'll draw the right conclusions and come prepared. After. "If there was anyone I could level with, it was Dave. He was not only my older brother; he was probably my best friend in the world right now. "I'm between jobs, Dave. I decided to take some time to recharge my batteries and the old home town seemed a good place to do it."He was handing me my luggage. I didn't expect him to carry it into the house but... "Aren't you coming inside?" We're a man short today. I've got to get back to work," he shouted, already backing his truck out of the drive.. Marissa’s Jag was in the garage when I got home. “Good, you’re here,” I said to myself. I went into the house and all I could hear was the sound of the air conditioner. I started going from room to room and finally I went into her office and there she was. Both she and Ginger were asleep. Ginger was curled up in her dog bed and Marissa was leaning over her desk with her head down, cradled on her crossed arms.Ginger, at least, raised her head and thumped her tail as I entered the room. My wife.