Told her to never show her face to me ever again. Weeks would pass as she would blow up my emails and phone with apologies. Saying as much as "do to m... what I deserve, anything, hit me hurt me anything." From that I spawned the urge and thought of every fantasy. I could check off my list. So I called her out of no where. Mind you I had worked already sweat dripped from my face as I drove home, and as I was calling I never heard the dial tone because of how quick she came to answer. She replied. "Yes. It's a very difficult and chancy thing to do." She waited until I opened my eyes to finish. "We are very much great predators; once we see, smell or taste blood, we go into a frenzy that is almost impossible to resist. So it's a double-damned situation: the feeding frenzy on one hand, the terrible pain on the other." And you don't remember?" I was already in so much pain that it made little difference." She sighed. "I forgot Connor hadn't told you my story; he likes mine even less than. We introduced ourselves to each other.Her name was Kavya (name changed) and she worked as a flight attendant for a leading airline company.A few minutes later, her friend joined us. Her friend was just ok-looking.We all started to talk and continued drinking. We were already drunk.After two pegs, her friend left, saying there was some emergency. Kavya asked me whether I could book a cab for her to return to her PG if she stayed back when her friend left. I promised her I would.After some time,. “Thanks,” I dragged my eyes away from the door.“We ought to catch up in the garden, after breakfast?”“Okay.”So we cut the grass, trimmed some shrubs and did a bit of weeding. As always it was therapeutic, and we came in for lunch feeling we’d earned it. There was no sign of the girls, so I went up to get them. There they were at their desk, close together so they could be touching shoulders and arms and legs.“Oh hi Dad,” Saffie looked up, “come and have a look.”I went over and stood behind.