She was my woman; my own seed was taking the shape of a new life inside her womb. She would be the mother of my child.Finally she slid off me and coll...psed on my side. She was still trying to catch her breath.I rolled to my side, propped my head on my elbow and looked at my dear sister.At that very moment, something caught my eye. My eyes glanced toward the door.A loud gurgling sound came out of my mouth."Mother... !"Even in the darkened room, it was not difficult to guess that the vogue. Stanley Morris"My hands shook as I wrote back a reply to his message. In it I explained what kind of person that I was.I did not hear from Stanley for nearly a week, a week in which I went nearly crazy. When I did hear from him, I was astounded to find that he lived in a city that was about an hour away from the small town that I lived in.We wrote back and forth to each other, and I was honest, with him, I explained my fears, and I got across to him the degree of my effeminate sissy nature. He. He had sliced my skin, but that would heal shortly.My fangs dripped blood. I did not want Grace to see me like this. I picked her up in my arms and cradled her to me tightly."I was so frightened Angel. How did you find me so quickly?" she asked kissing my exposed shoulder, her tears burning my pale skin.I hushed her softly, keeping my face from hers. "I'll take you home." Are they dead?" she asked.I nodded my reply, unsure if I should seek her forgiveness for what I had done."Angel, I …" she. My wife got up and made us some more drinks and we sat talking some more. The wife told her mom she had to go in for a meeting at work for a little while in the morning and when she got home we would go over and start working on getting things cleaned up. We sat there talking and drinking and my mother in law must have been starting to feel the drinks a little since she was moving around a little and not worrying as much about the robe keeping her covered. I looked over at one point and she.