”“Yeah? What you gonna do?”“I’m gonna do you.”“God, it’s about time,” Bettina said, and slipped her hand between his legs.“Uh uh,�...� he said, taking her hand, and leading her inside. “First we eat.”The table was set. There were two candles burning and a bottle of wine chilling on the table. The food was cooked and warming, so they dished up their plates and sat down. Travis made a toast. He thanked Bettina for being there to help him and called her the bright light at the end of his long tunnel.. Helene Falkland picked up the limo’s intercom to buzz her chauffeur. ‘Use the bank president’s parking space,’ Helene said. ‘He’s expecting me.’ The chauffeur nodded, glancing in the rear view mirror. She was beautiful. The clean classic lines of a young Ingrid Bergman. The cool aloofness of a Greta Garbo. He turned off his thoughts. The parking space was just ahead on the right. Senator Falkland handed the sheaf of papers to her aide. ‘Stay by my side, Jeff. I don’t want to fumble around for. “What’s that?” I asked as Aaron dropped a tap in as well.“Type O. The girls are probably hungry and will need it to heal.” Aaron said.“Makes sense. Meet you at Steve’s?” I asked.Aaron nodded.I drove home as quickly as I dared. Now was not the time to get pulled over by a cop, human or vampire. We pulled into my driveway and the girls piled out. I opened the trunk and grabbed one of the kegs and carried it up the steps as the girls entered the house.“You guys are safe here. You gonna be OK?. On second thought, forget it for now, just keep doing what you’re doing.’ What I was doing was massaging her nipples and rubbing the area around her clit with my knee. Every so often she spread her legs slightly so I could rub more actively. She kept her hand on my thigh, encouraging each move and then she’d trap my leg between hers and squeeze hard. She put her hands on my shoulders and gradually pushed my body down her leg. When I couldn’t reach her crotch with my knee, she put her other leg.