She must have drunk quite a bit already and was in a talkative mood. I noticed straight away she had no bra on, her big nips sticking out. She was not...a fat woman. We talked for a little then she started to flirt. I could not help but look at her tits as she got up to get more wine. She turned and busted me. "My my, I have not had a man look at me the way that you are in a long time!" Marge said with a smile. I was not sure what she meant by that. "Come on up to my camper I want to show you. She now had a large, round ass. Not many white women have an ass like hers. I worship it, its an experience by itself. She had recently started swinging it side to side as she walked, somewhat exaggerated. She had learned to use the power of her ass. I love watching her control other men. She knows what she wants and she takes it. We men are dumb enough to give it up so easily.At the bar we stood at a cocktail table. She now made me sit back against the wall. She stayed across from me making. All of Jean’s financial problems were gone. Marguerite and Jean would now have a secure future with the stipend and doubling of his wages. He smiled as he left Paris. He was still not fully recovered from Scotland physically, but financially, things could not have been better.It was mid-February by the time Jean returned to Campomesnils. Marguerite seemed pleased to see him, rushing into his arms and crying against his chest. However, as he tried to speak with her, he could see something was. There was imitation fog coming out of the ground and humans dancing in the dark. There was also a few vampires at the bar. The humans were goth, drug addicts and stoners. As I made my way to the bar, I saw a couple literally lining cocaine and snorting it up. I scothed at them and continued on my way. They want to terminate their lives send them to me, I thought to myself. I got to the bar and one of the vampires took one look at me and told me that they had blood beers that were called.