The stories all told of how he would impale his victims through the asshole or pussy up into their bodies on stakes. They would die, either immediatel... as was usual, or an agonizing death lasting for hours. Some said he would save and drink their blood. Some said it made him stronger and that he would live forever. His descendants were all supposed to be vampires, living virtually forever, and drinking the blood of anyone unfortunate enough to cross their paths when they were hungering for the. "Remember what we talked about," Laura said in a warning tone as we ended the call.Two nights later I was working on the desk when I heard a knock at the front door. Jimmy had told me how to buff the oak with steel wool. It wasn't Jimmy; he knew to use the back door. Sylvia had been over a couple of times but she also knew to come through the rear door. Anyway, she would not visit at 10 p.m.As I turned on the light at the front door I saw a small woman wearing what appeared to be a rain coat.. The warmth and softness of Monica's body and the perfume in her hair drove me wild. I helped Monica lie down on the bed on her back. I started kissing her body. I firmly kissed her cheeks, then put my lips on hers, took out my tongue and put in her obliging mouth. My tongue started exploring her mouth. Monica responded by inserting her tongue in my mouth. She went on rolling her tongue inside my mouth. We remained lip locked for some time. I held her bosoms with my hands and licked her nipples.. "Maybe we could work it," she commented. "Getting her down here, I mean." No sweat! Gotta have it ready for her, though." How?" Come on. I'll show you."She clambered off him. He scrambled to his feet and caught her hand to pull her up beside him. He led her to a pile of debris that had collected at a bend in the wash. Rooting through it, he appeared to have a clear notion of what he needed. One by one, he extracted two stout chunks of limb, forked, evidently from the scrub oaks that grew.