" He would, would he?" said Eric, the school's biggest geek. He left thebreaches and reached Missy before she headed into the girls lockerroom. "Excus... me, but I couldn't help but over hear your conversationwith Brad." Which conversation?" asked Missy. "That jerk won't stop talking abouthimself." The one where you said that you could do better on the field thanBrad," said Eric with a wicked smile. "The jerk is always threateningme if I don't help him pass his tests so he can stay on the team.. .’ he stammered as his eyes looked at this gorgeous young woman before them both. ‘Oh where are my manner’s’ she said, ‘My name is Mallory.’ Just then the porch screen door opened up and Luc’s father stood there. He looked at Luc with a curious look in his eyes. ‘Her mother has invited us to dinner, Sir.’ he stated as, Luc looked up at his father, ‘I was about to tell her we accept, that is unless you have any objections?’ ‘No not at all, it would be good for us to introduce ourselves.’ his. I could feel my canines lengthen just from his scent, that blood that had tempted me so many times. It didn’t matter to him, he only wished for my safety and well being, I didn’t deserve him, and yet, he was still there. I gulped again, as if I were trying to fight the urge to bite, only to have a hand at the back of my neck forcing me closer to his wrist. I knew then, that I couldn’t stop, that he would make me do it, only so that I may live to see his face again. If I could cry, tears would. ”“Yes, you are a lot younger than me, but you are not a young boy; you are a man. You are certainly not a naive fourteen-year-old boy.”Ed persisted in pursuing the subject of young boys, “Do you think about young boys in your fantasies?”I thought it was rather obvious what erotica does to the reader, but I answered anyway, “When I feel a need for sexual stimulation and read those books, I think about young boys, and yes, sometimes young girls. That is what the writer of that type of material.