Kevin woke earlycussing even that part since he should be spending his Summer sleepingin late.Kevin met Ms. Abby Clifton like the rest of the class th...t morning ofthe first day. Ms. Clifton greeted Kevin, as she did everyone, warmly,happily, and with a great deal of enthusiasm as they filed in. Toohappy given the hour. They were meeting on the stage of the school'stheater."Welcome. Welcome everyone," Ms. Abby Clifton said. She smiled at each of them, but it was Kevin that fostered the. I don’t know if she was happy I had a girlfriend or happy that I would talk to her about this. “I feel kind of strange when I’m with her. I don’t know how to explain it. But it’s like I can’t get close enough to her. I mean I want to be with her all the time.” “You really like her, don’t you?” Annie asked. “Yea, I really do. That’s why I get nervous. I don’t want her to think I’m crazy or something.” Annie looked at me and laughed. She put her arms around me and hugged me. “Michael, she. In fact, you trust me more than you trust anyone else. My name is Roger Waters, just like the musician. Now, drink of my blood,” I told Vivien, cutting myself with a kitchen knife while offering her my blood to drink.“Yes, of course,” Vivien complied, no longer suspicious at all, even as I moved her head slightly to bite her neck.I wanted to taste her blood, after all, without her being too weakened, and I also wanted her linked to me in a bond that would be very difficult to break. I wanted. That was part of my problem.After this many years together, I pretty much knew her, and she knew me.We got along fairly well for being married so long. There weredisagreements of course, but mostly minor ones. The only majordisagreement was my hobby. Well more honestly, my fetish.When I was young, even before I was a teenager, I became fascinated withwomen's clothes. I loved the feel, look, and style of them. Especiallylingerie, stockings, and heels. At first it was more the tactileattraction.