”“I’m not going to cheat on Kathy,” I told her.“I’m not going to ask you to. You tell her that’s what we’re doing, if she is all right...with it then we’ll do it. And all it will be is two friends talking.”For a moment I was tempted to ask what if she didn’t, but decided that this was one of those times when it was better to stay quiet.“All right,” I agreed “we’ll do that. If Kathy agrees. What else are you up to?”“I’m seeing a counsellor,” she said, “and I think we’re getting to the root of my. Otherwise, it will go to waste.”I focused on her with my black and gold eyes, still feeling ashamed, sincerely craving her blood, but hating myself for the desire.Gabriella reached up then, grabbing my chin as she brought her bleeding finger closer, holding it up to my mouth. The fact that the blood was about to drip on my shirt finally gave me the little extra push I needed to allow her to stick her finger in my mouth.The taste was overwhelming, my mind flooded with relief briefly as I began. I walked cautiously toward the den, shaking so badly I thought I would pass out with each step I took. About half way through that room, I could see into the living room. To my surprise there in front of our Christmas tree was the intruder.I shook my head, because for a moment, I thought I was seeing some one in a red Santa suit. It cannot be, maybe the rum was playing tricks with my head. I decided to get a closer look, and slowly I crept towards him, thinking to myself, it this is Santa, I. "As he was leaving he stopped, turned and looked at me "You look different" I looked at him quizzically as he continued to examine me. "You've had your hair cut." He said eventually "Looks great."When he had gone I quickly unpacked the case, took a shower and dressed. I phoned home to let them know I had arrived and say good night to the children. I was unhappy about this, although I knew I had to do it because the only person who would answer was Steve. I quickly told him I had arrived safely.