" Why should I? You never talk about your childhood." Please," he responded."You know my dad left when I was about 8. He couldn't hold down a job. And...that made him angry. He was always so moody and angry. At what, I never knew. He and mom were always fighting. Then he had enough. He packed his bags one night and that was the last that we ever saw him." she said plainly in the same voice reserved for talking about the Dow Jones."You were only 8. How did you mother take it?" She was lost. She. "You've been spying on me?" he asked defensively."It's hard not to with all that noise," I replied."Well, try to mind your own business, Rick," he said disdainfully."Try not to lie to me then," I shot back.He gave me the middle finger and we parted ways towards our respectiveclasses. During breaks between periods, I looked around for the girlJessie was with. Not finding her, I realized upon reflection that Iwas being an asshole. If Jessie wanted his privacy with this girl, sobe it.Still, it. An electric current passed as she took my hand. We held our handshake for almost 20 seconds in silence. She still liked me, just couldn’t tell me straight. Maybe Prof. Joy could pleasure her with his experience, but he couldn’t be more infatuated about her than I was.I sat and fantasized about Gulki the entire hour. She was like a dream girlfriend. I was 5’10”, a football player, and very fair. My sexual stamina was insane, and recently I had learned to control my ejaculation. The class ended. His simmering looks combined with Aris cool, icy handsomeness attracted every women from any bar they went to. If they’d been just pretty they would have been knocked up some by jealous men, but they weren’t just pretty. Besides being able to protect themselves, they each had a – trick up their sleeve. Ari had been born in France, 1853. Upon his 25th birthday, after partying with friends, he had gone home with a beautiful lady. She’d killed him, and he had awoken a vampire. Over the many.