’ Emma kissed her hello. They drank champagne and danced, danced danced. Carrie had never had more fun. She was completely infatuated and under Emma...��s spell. They went to Emma’s place. Clothes fell off. Carrie thought she went to heaven when her head slid between Emma’s soft thighs. She knew she was in heaven when Emma’s mouth found her sex. Carrie had never come so hard or so often. Her flashback ended. Carrie said proudly, ‘We’ve been together ever since.’ Wayne smirked and asked Emma,. He could easily understand their tendency to be suspicious of the motivation to assist their steady need for blood. It seemed strange that the Voodoo cult was furnishing their cursed conclave with convenient mortals to provide the source of their power.Fortunately, there was always a supply of naïve sightseers who became donors to the vampire band and had their memory wiped clean to never remember the slow draining of their blood by the heathen horde. Every precaution was taken to just milk the. I started to cry uncontrollably. I never saw the lights. I heard a knocking on my side window. I was so shocked that I nearly passed out. I looked up and through my tear-filled eyes saw a shiny gold badge. "OH FUCK," I said loudly. The officer motioned for me to roll my window down. I was so frightened I forgot how to do it . . . I started to cry again. The officer then opened my door up as I sat there crying like a baby. He asked me if I was OK, I guess I said yes, I think I babbled on and on. "Ron Cutter." Simon shook his hand. "Simon Banks," he said. "Come on in." Simon sized Ron up as he walked into the apartment and wasn’t impressed. Everything about him put Simon off, from the possible start of a beer gut to the thin brown hair that needed a trim. Simon would admit that he was not in peak physical shape--it was too easy to avoid the gym in the cold weather--but Ron looked soft. He has a weak chin, too, Simon thought. And beady little eyes. Simon managed to control his annoyance.