He savoured some drops of his own blood. He even smiled. Then he screamed again. She had thrust her teeth into his chest, feeding eagerly on his blood...while stimulating his nipple with her keen tongue. Strangely enough, he relaxed. His gaze wandered to the three slaves that were still standing in the middle of the room, motionless and eyes without expression. Only their sinewy chests did move. She followed his gaze, leaving the wound on his chest unattended. In a violent gush the blood flowed. " Did you ever think that he might have just liked you, for yourself?" No. I liked him though, and he knew that. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was special. He burned with ambition. He took up playing golf just because I played it all the time. He didn't have the money for lessons, not at first, but he started playing anyway. My father took to him as well, although his reasons for doing so were far different than mine. Bunny had already decided on a career in law. He never wanted to go into. "Yeah, sure," Cynara said standing up and waiting for the other girl to lead the way.Cynara took a seat opposite the girl at the little table, the food already having been put into place. She helped herself."Hey Jane, so what's the deal with you and Randall Trahern?" she said suddenly, deciding to get right to the point.Jane looked at her in surprise, and blushed, "Mr. Trahern is a very nice young man." I'm sure he is, but do you like him?" Of course I like him." Okay, but do you really like. " But what?" I asked."Well, I think that there are a couple of reasons why I should continue with your therapy myself. Is that okay with you, Lydia?" Yes, Thomas, that sounds fine to me. But what are the reasons for that?" We'll get to that in a minute. First, I need you to sign a consent form. Is it okay if I call Casey back in here?" Okay," I said, then started fastening the top of my gown and arranging it as well as I could over my legs. Thomas pushed some buttons to move my chair into an.