The worst part is I did not even know how she felt, true I always talked to her, and she was nice to me, but she never gave any hints. I had always pe...ceived her as a person that followed the rules, and kept her private and school life completely separate, maybe that is why I was drawn to her. From what I knew and had found out she was an independent woman, did whatever she wanted. She left a lot for a person to ponder upon; she was a challenge, one that I was aching to solve.I always was bad. We arrive at the Embassy Suites and I follow you to the elevator enjoying the sexy swaying of your ass as you walk. "Enjoying the view?" You tease. Standing behind you I squeeze your taut ass and nuzzle your neck and whisper "You know I am baby. I love the way you wiggle." I struggle to keep my composure when the elevator doors close. I want to ravish you on the spot. Finally in my room drinking wine from plastic hotel cups we sit together on the sofa. Pulling out your cigarettes you ask if I. It occurred to her that he was letting her reveal all about herself while giving little away, but she didn’t mind that. It was exciting that he retained his mystery.“You’re quite the advertisement for the city of London,” she ventured, after he’d ordered more drinks. “Like, you should be on billboards. You’ll wow them at that meeting tomorrow, I’m sure.”“It’s charming of you to say so, and charming that you’d neglect your friends so you can talk to a stranger in a strange land.”“Oh.” She. Here, if people disappear, it was much easier to make it look like they had simply went on their way rather than something unfortunate that might alert authorities.It had only been less than a year since you were turned, but it had felt like an eternity. Waking up covered in blood in the middle of a park in Chicago, you were left with no memory of who you were or where you came from. Within that year, you had already drawn far too much attention to yourself as the Chicago Police had begun to.