But, in spite of his desires, he was stuck in his 3rd grade class. Looking at Ms. Foster, and pretending to pay attention, he told himself that at ...east they had a pretty teacher. Ms. Foster wasn't old like all those other teachers. Well, at least not too old, for a teacher that is. Stevie, like several other boys in the class had a bit of a crush on Ms. Foster, though he sure wouldn't consider ever admitting it. That would be way too embarrassing. When Ms. Foster started talking. My dreams still flooded my mind even though I was fully awake. Turning on CNN, the news of the East Coast heat wave filtered into my mind to chase away the dreams, and I slowly went on with my morning, fixing and eating breakfast before finally preparing to go to the office. When I opened the door to leave my apartment, however, my heart practically seized, for about a foot away from the door, the small sparrow lay on its side, inert. No motion. No sound. No life. I paused for a moment,. This sent Steffie into erotic orbit and she begged for him to bite her harder and to even drink her blood so that they could become one on a mystical level.Brad continued to bite and then in one fail swoop he bite down on Steffie's neck like he was a vampire and drew blood as he broke the skin. Steffie's blood became to freely flow and Brad began to drink in every drop.Steffie moaned in pain and pleasure as Brad took in her salty sweet life force. Brad bit down and again and more blood came out. I also bought aroma oil and a blanket and two towel on the way.She opened the door casually and invited me in with some weird smile. She asked for the duration of the massage and I said I can continue till your son comes back. So she said lets get started immediately and took me to her bedroom and asked me for the dress she has to wear. I said, remove your dress, wrap yourself with a towel.She went to bathroom to change the dress meanwhile I changed to shorts and t-shirt and prepared the bed.