"What? No way!" Terry nodded. "Trust me, he was," he replied. "You sure he was checking me out?" asked Kate. "Yes...it was pre...ty obvious," he replied. "But he knows I'm a guy," countered Kate. "So? Maybe he's turned on by that?" "Great! As if my life wasn't complicated enough!" she exclaimed."Are you sure...I mean, I'm not that good looking." "Kate, you are very cute as a girl," said Terry. "Seriously, Ilook like a wimpy guy, but you're very. Thanks for the comments and suggestions for my previous stories. For those who don’t know me, I am Zamim 26 years old, slightly chubby. Basically from Chennai, but now living in Bangalore.My stories are usually long, as I don’t like to go directly into the story. I will usually narrate how everything happened. So pardon me for that. So let’s get to the story. I was married and lived happily with my wife. We used to have a maid, who comes every morning for doing housework. I didn’t notice her. Doomed to exist for all eternity in search of sustenance from the life force of human kind.The pirate vampire's lair was in the basement of a deserted church. It was a church of the Roman Pope and had fallen on hard times in the wake of the great storm. The church, itself, was, of course, hallowed ground.The basement was not.The basement was a different story. Many a victim had spent their last tortured days on Earth chained to the damp cemented walls. These atrocities were long before Lafitte. I pulled her a little closer and found the D-ring at the front of the leash."We are going for a walk, bitch," I told her as I clipped the leash onto the collar. I walked toward the stairs and gave the leash a quick tug to get her moving. I praised her, as I led her down the stairs, "You are such a good girl, puppy."When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I tugged the leash and told her, "Heel, girl."Daphne crawled up so her shoulder touched my leg and we began to walk across the house slowly,.