"It's just that ... well,I have these certain needs you can't fulfill, not any more, not everreally though I never wanted you to know that. I've been...hoping thatyour love for me is so great you'll want to see them fulfilled anyhow.I waited.She looked at me closely. "I propose this. We marry. We make love asgirls. As girls do. Whenever, as we've been doing. But now and then,as girls do, I'll go on dates. With boys."I just looked at her. "Date other boys?" I finally managed to say. I stopped by her conference and sat down with her. I started flirting and she reacted positively. She asked me to leave the session and come up to her room. ;) You owe me one thousand dollars. Please view the video for confirmation and then send the money straight away to this address" ... and he included a mailing address. I downloaded the file and then clicked on it. The scene started in Tina's room. She was naked with her hands holding the top of the head board. She was standing on the bed. He was lagging behind distractedly, looking down at his body, like a little boy, feeling his new sense of strength in being when she stopped suddenly. He bumped into her unexpectedly. She opened her purse taking out two liter-bags of blood, handing one to him. She popped one open with her trusty fingernail. ‘It’s nourishment. We’re going to need it because we’re going to run the rest of the way. It’s up to you if you want to drink it — you decide.’ He watched her drink, squeezing out the liquid. There were bright lights, and signs everywhere, advertising the various night clubs on the streets, ranging from disco clubs to clubs with a more of a gothic theme to them. Rosaline was trying to hurry back to her house, her eyes only focused on the paved sidewalk. She had a hurt look on her face, as she pushed and shoved against the crowd. Her black, curly hair was a mess, and there was eyeliner running down from her eyes. She looked as if she had been crying this whole time, as she was.