"My grandson... he sent me a goodbye email, saying he found a vampire tochange him, I tracked his cellphone to here. I know he's here, where ishe?"Her...eyes went wide, as she tried to take her eyes off the silver stake andlook at the old man in the eyes. "Scott?" she asked waiting for therecognition in the old man's eyes, and when she got it. "He thought I wasa vampire?" Where is he?!" the old man yelled again, and she turned her head andlooked at the woman on the bed.The older man looked and. Katie's face fell a little. This was a grandpa's car. She didn't glance twice at the other, because it was a shiny '57 Chevy BelAir convertible, in immaculate shape from its looks.She got over her disappointment quickly, though ... jumped out and ran to the Ford and started looking inside. Her dad looked at her mom then at me and winked. I grinned a little then sobered up and just then the owner came out. McEvers went to talk to him and they walked toward the Chevy."Well, come on Katie, what do. I was close enough to hear their bodies slapping into each other. At first, I thought it was a man and a woman having sex. This aroused me as I continued to watch. Without thinking, I stuffed my hand down my shorts and began playing with myself. I was standing partially behind a maple tree. I hid in the shadows just watching. I moved my shorts down past my knees to my ankles. I rubbed myself faster, trying to time my ejaculation with the action going on in shelter #3. The slapping sound got. “And you…are English, yes?” “Afraid so,” I smile. “You East Europeans can’t have a monopoly on the industry!” Fuck. Have I just been racist? Nice one, Emma. She doesn’t react to my nervy attempt at a joke. Suddenly I’m terrified again, terrified that I’m the only one here for the reasons I think we’re all here for. Especially with this stern, strong, beautiful woman before me. A woman who knows she’s already one up on me. “Sorry, umm, sorry.” “Why are you here?” Just the question I.