“You could be right,” Grace agreed. “I can’t explain what’s happened to me. I crave sex. The more I have, the more I want. I used to go week... and weeks before I got the urge to have sex. I have to confess I would masterbate most nights before going to sleep.”“You bought some interesting sex toys,” Peter said.Grace found herself blushing.John moved the conversation back to his question. “When we walked in you mentioned the blood moon. That’s all myth isn’t it? Werewolf’s, zombies and all that. ” His lips came down to mine and I lifted up onto my toes to meet him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into him and lifting me slightly. His kiss tasted of wine and lust, and stole my breath away, leaving me gasping and my chest heaving. With a little moan I slid my hands up into the soft, sexy curls of hair at the back of his neck, twining them between my fingers and gripping softly. My heart pounded in my chest at the instant, electric connection between us. I traced my hands round. ”“But you acted like a little girl! We are parked back in the south forty, very few lights. You could have been attacked. Not all truck drivers are as nice as I am. I was worried when I found yu gone,” he lectured herSitting up in bed, the covers held tight against her chest, Callie yelled, “You are not my father, my brother, or my husband so quit lecturing me!”“If I was any of them I would drag your naked ass across my knees and set it on fire for being stupid and worrying me!” he yelled. I grabbed the bag and the rest of my things and went to my car. I haddirections to her place committed to memory so I started off.As I got closer I started getting worried. I knew this was going to be anice neighborhood, but this was ridiculous. It seemed like each houseought to have its own zip code there was so much land around them. Theysat far back from the street with long driveways. I pulled a scrap ofpaper from my back pocket as I gaped at one mini-mansion after anotherand checked my.