”“Can you cite a specific occurrence or are we left to use our imaginations to conjure up what MIGHT have occurred.”“Certainly,” Joan respon...ed. “On Friday, September 14, 2015, I got a several texts from my husband. One asked whether I had done anything useful that day. It wasn’t teasing. That was his attitude. A second one, an hour later, asked why I was such a poor excuse for a woman. A third one, in mid afternoon, told me I should be thinking of ways to get him to respect me, because I. Melissa was seated by herself on the opposite couch, her daughter andanother unknown teenage girl were seated on either side of Gerald.I motioned for Gerald's attention, "I need to talk to you?"He just waved at me to silence, "Later buddy." He was grinning at thescene before him so you know this wasn't good.Billy walked slowly around the trembling scared looking woman, "Whenwas the last time you had sex with your husband Louise?" Two days ago?" It was obvious the woman was terrified, it was. I looked at the clock on the bedroom wall. It said twelve fifteen, I didn't have to do my first pickup until nearly two o'clock. I pushed Andy onto the bed and slowly removed my skirt, revealing a black pair of satin panties and a matching half bra. Andy slowly removed his clothes and told me to stay put and walked out of the bedroom. As if I was going to go anywhere naked. A few minutes later Andy returned with a large bottle of baby oil, some whipped cream and chocolate topping. I smiled at. .. have fangs? Part of me now seemed to be outside of myself, as I bit this lady who had already bitten me, as my teeth entered her veins and drew from her spirit as she had from mine. I drank from her fountain of youth, as she drank from mine. She didn’t resist ... she welcomed it. She invited me to drink deeply from her body, to take in her wild, primeval essence and magic.I knew then what had happened ... the transformation had begun, and it wasn’t gradual at all ... The movies had gotten.