It seemed to be recovery central. Both professors were loading those large black plastic bags with crockery."Professor, I am so sorry. I had no idea t...is would happen." Roger said. "I hope it wasn't about me. It might have just been an act of senseless destruction," Roger said."Or it could have been someone with a grudge against you," His wife said."Or someone you gave a bad grade to," Roger said."To Whom," she answered."Okay someone to whom you gave a bad grade," Roger said."I don't think so,". She’s like a rock star,” I said.“Wait until they start making up stuff in the tabloids. They’re notorious for the junk they publish.”“Your mom said I was your boyfriend,” I teased.“Just great. I thought we’d snuffed out those rumors,” Halle said, referring to when we came back from LA and the American tabloids had linked us.It had taken a little while for our fellow classmates to believe that we were just friends. I decided to change the subject.“So, uhm, does your mom need a little help?” I. “Yes. You are going to submit to me, Kate.”She tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong. She felt something firm but soft, like a leather cuff, wrap around her wrist, and then pull tight as he fastened some straps. A cold, metal chain touched her arm, which he then pulled across and locked onto one of the rails at the top of her bed with a solid clunk.He took hold of her other arm and again she struggled, her arm muscles straining against his, but in vain. He cuffed her wrist and. I also concluded that because my survival depended on the taking of blood, this very act was also responsible for shaping my attitudes towards those that sustained my existence. Something in me was repelled by the idea of taking of blood for its own sake. It was centred on the old homily about 'eating to live and living to eat'. The idea of becoming a creature that drank blood to assuage its lust for blood was abhorrent. I realised that I needed to safeguard myself from becoming a thing that.