.. Time to do ... Something. I wasn't sure exactly what, but I had a vague idea. I mean, it seemed obvious, if I really was a vampire.A vampire. I'd a...oided the word but it was out now and I even said it aloud, wondering how Angela had done her make-up without a mirror. I'd gone to the sink and reached for Angela's hairbrush before I realized I couldn't see myself. That made me giggle, but it wasn't a truly happy sound. Just frustration as much as anything else and I stood there, brushing my. ” Lets not forget that to this point I hadn’t fingered a chick much less seen a vagina. My only experience was what I saw online and some crude jokes my dad and his mates made when they were drunk one weekend.I slid closer to Em on the couch. I moved my right hand to her exposed tummy. We both jumped a little when I touched her. My head was swimming. Slowly I made little circles down past her belly button. At her waistband I stopped, and didn’t know if I should go over or under her pants. Em. Or, at least actively participating. You have made my journey through the internet an amazing series of erotic adventures and I hope to do the same with the people of California when you arrive this weekend. I had a dream about you last night, which is why I am writing you this letter. I dreamt that I was reclining on a couch, like the ones’ you see in a psychiatrist office, and I was thinner than I am today. At six-two and two-hundred sixty pounds, I am no bone but I am not a marshmallow. She limped up to the front door and unlocked it with shaking fingers. The shaking was from the bitter cold and not from any sense of foreboding or women's intuition. The school phones were busy but she persevered and kept re-dialing until a tired teacher's voice responded."This is Miss Ames. I cannot stay on the line too long because there are a lot of parents calling. Your two children are sitting right her in front of me and they are playing games with their friends. I am afraid you cannot.