Inching the hem up, sliding my hands over her soft, smooth skin, all the time whispering suggestive nothings in her ear. By the time I had the shirt u... to her shoulders my princess was vibrating with excitement."Tommyyyy! Hurry up!"As I slipped my shirt over her head I noticed she was wearing the bra she bought that first Saturday—a real traditionalist, my lady. I unhooked it and slipped it down her arms then slid my hands up her flanks to cup her breasts. Her whine told me I was succeeding in. ‘You need my blood to heal. I couldn’t give it to you by mouth because you would have choked. So, this is the next best option.’ I glared at him, a puny human glare at that. ‘I don’t recall giving you permission to give me any of your blood. What if you have a disease.’ ‘It’s either that or you would have died. Besides, I’m sure you know vampires cannot contract disease.’ I groaned. ‘Ugh. Vampires.’ He smiled. ‘Well surely you should have come to the conclusion being asleep so long.’ ‘I tried. But soon."The scout's failure to report in had worried Elder Hobson. He'd assumed the worst and sent another man to scout Moro.This man failed to return as well, and by first light the Elder decided he was done wasting time. "Mount up," he told the brethren. "Kendall, you ride at my side and nowhere else, understand?" Yes," Conway said sullenly.The two dozen men came riding into Moro at full gallop and with guns drawn. All they found was a fire pit and the bodies of their two scouts. The Elder. . ?" Melvin squirmed. He gulped his drink, and in an apparent effort to regain composure, stood and went to the bar to refill his glass. With his back turned, he said, "I never did it with anybody." She waited until he had seated himself opposite her again before bursting out, *"Then how do you know?"* "Huh?" "How do you know you're gay? How do you know, if you've never been with a woman?" Mel floundered, "Because, well, because," his flush deepened, "with Leslie it's, well, I just don't.