.What am I thinking? This is insane! Elizabeth can't be vampire, because there's no such thing, right? Vampires don't exist, not in the real world. Th...se guys don't know what they're talking about, no matter how much they sound like they do."Where do you live, kid?" Keith asked.Tyler hesitated, noting the palpable unease in the van around him. He was just about to answer when the dog suddenly raised its head and started barking. "Pull over!" Ethan commanded.Keith swerved off the road and ground. He knew she could see him in the mirror and he made no attempt to mask his brazen glance. He didn’t give a damn. As he painted her body with his eyes, he wanted her to see him do so. Jenna froze. “Keep going,” Tyrone said. She winced, unsure if she could even move. Suddenly she felt his palm flatten against her belly. “Keep looking ahead,” he said, sensing her startlement. “Keep going. I’ve got you.” Jenna began to speak, “I…” “Keep… going,” he interrupted with a stern tongue. She didn’t. I’d discovered, a few weeks earlier a website called storiesonline. I was reading one of the stories, A Well Lived Life, about a young boy my age in America, Ohio actually, who met a Swedish exchange student, and her name Birgit, struck a chord with me. There was a Swedish soprano that Cal idolised called Birgit. I did a quick search and discovered that it was Birgit Nilsson. I opened another tab on my tablet’s browser and looked her up on Amazon. She had an autobiography ‘La Nilsson’ and that. Pat was a natural red head, and did not trim her pubic hair. She sported a full ginger bush of red pubes that drew the attention of many of the other members of the social mixer. “Here is your table.” The hostess said, “These are the Patrick’s.” At the table sat Steven and Beth Patrick. Steven was an older man. He was probably in his later thirties. He was six feet tall with thinning brown hair. Beth, on the other hand, was a slim woman with ample breast, and obviously still in her twenties. .