The drive wasn't bad, but it would have been nicer with the plane that Jim has been drooling over. I think this trip might put him over the top. (He's...been talking about it, and frankly, I'm kind of encouraging him.)The kids were happy to stay with their cousins, so we headed south toward the Texas Gulf Coast, with five days ahead of us to relax and enjoy the beach and other sights. Yes, we packed Jim's suit, and a couple of my "go to concert" dresses, so we'd be able to enjoy some big city. This was a planned restraint Joyce wanted the room to be welcoming, but all of the roost needed clear minded when their invited guest arrived.Vampyre lust when fully developed clouded the mind with unearthly passions and dimmed reality to a pale shadow. This would not do the girls needed their wits about them; this was to be their first pack attack. Even so the wet succulent skin rubbing against hers was so tempting that Joyce almost peaked, it would have been too soon. Struggling with her. "What will your mother think about this when I tell her?" She... hah... I don't know, Mr. Thompson. But... like... Grampa can't know. Not him. Can we keep it secret from Grampa Tyler?"Until that moment Thompson had forgotten that this young girl was the granddaughter of the man who'd firmly planted the cuckold horns on his head. At once this appealing, young girl's vulnerability had new significance."We need to talk about this Sarah. Alone. In my office. Can you come see me tomorrow at 9 AM?". Let's assume for a moment that something really did happen, that somehow anal sex did alter your luck. But, you know, the flaw in all this is... Why now? Why you of all people? It seems to me that if ass-fucking buggers the odds, then someone would certainly have noticed by now. All those hetero couples throughout human history who ever tried sodomy and all the gays who've been sticking it up each other's asses, and nobody's ever parlayed it into gambling winnings? Sounds pretty damn unlikely.