So much for Innocent Young Thing! There again if they had the bodies and loved sex then Why Not? One early morning about 1am a stunningly beautiful wo...an dressed in a very revealing black evening gown covered in sparkling jewels approached my tiny office at the entrance to the Loading Bay. No youngster this woman she just seemed to radiate CLASS! Her face was perfectly formed, eyes deep blue, lips painted wine red, chin proud, neck slender, breasts not over large, but suited to her slighter. I didn’t see a thing,” he shrugged his broad shoulders. I found myself not only relieved, but… thankful for this man. Even though he had just molested me? Raped me? Was that even what this was since I hadn’t fully not liked it? “Thank you… for keeping your word,” I said quietly, reaching behind me and finding the doorknob. I swung the door open behind me and nodded to him, “I… I never even got your name…” “Just call me Dallas,” he said, tilting his head. And I got the feeling that wasn’t really. .. Honey ... what's the matter?" Frank ... we have to talk about something." I had a feeling I wasn't going to get in to the office on time ... and not because I was getting more sexual gratification. "The truth is that Sam and I were going to talk to you about this yesterday, but then ... well, you know how that all went." She didn't look the least bit playful when referring to the previous day's, and night's romps. I just nodded my head. "Sam and I thought Dylan and Amber were having sex and. ’ ‘What about needle marks?’ ‘Needle marks? From what?’ ‘The blood removal.’ ‘Uh … there weren’t any.’ ‘What? Then how was the blood removed?’ Jake swallowed, leaning closer to her. ‘Sammi, the Crimson King is a vampire.’ Sammi Glass laughed. And not just an ordinary laugh. One that came deep from her toes, rumbling upward and parting her throat with wanton robustness. ‘Really, Jake. You must give Anne Rice a rest.’ ‘I’m not joking, Samantha!’ Jacob Whiting hissed, showing an emotional side.