I told him, surprised I could speak.“Sam,” he said, “for the short time we shall be together, you may call me 'Richard'. I nodded.“Sam,” he ...ent on, “You and I are of a kind.”He went on to describe us as something akin to those unfortunates in Europe, often referred to as vampires. He went on to tell me that we didn't need to drink blood or avoid sunlight, but fed on the life force of those around us as well as ordinary food. We were long lived and baring accident or unfortunate encounters. I tell him as much and hetells me to finish getting ready and to go to the van and he will beseeing me inside. Now this is kind of freaky but who am I to turn down aguy that is this crazy. I put on the loop earrings I keep by thecomputer and the rest of my ensemble. Last thing I put on are my kneehigh boots with the locking strap and white wrist cuffs and tuck themunder the folds of the blouse. Leave the buttons open to the bra and puton my collar.I head out to the van and look inside. Doesn't. "Quinn?" I asked, looking at the door. "No, Hank, its me, Nadine." "Crap," I muttered before I put my dick away. I wiped my seed and sweat away with the blanket. "Come in, Nadine," I mentioned, leaning up. "Hey, Hank," she greeted me, coming in. "What's wrong, Nadine, you seem sad." "I am," she replied, stopping in front of me and sparking a tear. "Come here and sit with me," I offered, patting the spot next to me. She sat next to me and I hugged her. "What's going on, babe?" We let go of each. However, though she had been aroused several times, it had been other undue influences that had brought her to the ultimate physical acts that she now so regretted. Could Mark ever forgive her? But, no, he must never find out. It would spoil his feelings for her forever, to know what a slut she had been.And with Clete. With Clete! A black man that she detested. Right now, the thought of having a black man's penis inside her made her sick. So why had she responded like a broody whore?Rodney had.