The last thing she wanted was to have to get up at nearly six a.m. to go to the gym but she wasn't giving up on her New Year's resolution the very fir...t day! She had vowed to work out daily so she was gonna do it! She pulled her wavy blonde hair into a high ponytail and rummaged in the dresser for a pair of underwear, her pert bottom twitching from side to side. She fished out a pair of white cotton thongs and a matching cami. She pulled the cami over her 44F chest and sighed. They weren't the. And again....and before he they knew it...they were making out on her couch. Her hair tied back in a ponytail, he saw this as an opportunity to kiss her neck. She began to breathe heavily and grind into him. He began to squeeze her right breast as he kissed her deep and she returned his kiss with a muffled moan. She began to rub the hardon in his shorts, and he reached into the waistband of her shorts, using his middle finger to probe for her slit and opening. He was delighted to feel that she. "Will, do you have any allergies or being treated for any illnesses, youknow, pills, potions, stuff like that?" No, nothing." You don't use drugs do you, cocaine, grass, anything like that?"He frowned. "No, never, are you worried I might go crazy and run amok?" No of course not but I checked the drugs cupboard in the infirmary andthere's morphine and syringes and if there's an accident and you are hurtand I gave you morphine and you had been popping pills or snorting coke Icould kill you or. Inside was picture of a grown teen paper-clipped to the pages of information on him. He was Asian in orientation, translucent pearly skin flawless. His features were liked marble carved to perfection. No doubt he was a Born Vampire. Only Born Vampires had that sort of unearthly beauty to them. Turned Vampires—those made from humans—tended to look more pasty, almost with an undertone of gray, and they were never flawless. Mostly, Turned Vampires were used as grunts, slaves to the Purebreeds—Born.