He was in his earlynineties, but mentally sharp, and he could walk alone with the help of acane. After a bit of small talk, their conversation expande..., and thetwo discovered that they thought very much alike. They randomlyencountered each other in the park every so often, becoming moreacquainted with each other, and a friendship eventually developed. Thetwo enjoyed their casual conversations on a semi-regular basis, althoughthey never met outside of the park, and neither of them knew where. That was a distant past. A small nagging thought that crawled its way into the front of my brain, reminding me why I am in so much pain.I stretched out my legs, pushing the leaves out of my way and sighed deeply. It had been a few days since the run in with my father. I hadn’t seen my so called ‘Master’ lately. He kept to himself. Sometimes when I lie awake at night replaying memories in my head, I can hear him pacing heavily outside my door. He was a vampire, so I knew he was capable of not. Nose, chin, throat. All finer, more, 'delicate' looking. Skinsmooth and clear. Brows, arched and... feminine. Lips, pouty and full.Hair silky and thick, like a 'Cosmo' cover shot. It was his face, but ayounger more feminine version. His gaze wandered lower... chest andshoulders, thinner, with swollen nipples and slightly protuberant pecs.Budding breasts? A slight shiver followed that thought. His waist seemedto nip in. Not quite wasp like, but much trimmer than his previous 30inches. And that. I stepped into the club and took a table for 2 right across a booth with the dance floor to the left and the booth to the right. For a weekday the place seemed fairly packed with good music and the psychedelic lights. I was in no mood of grooving so I ordered my poison for the night – a large whiskey and decided just enjoy the view of couples grooving and grinding. I was having a good time indulging in my voyeurism when I realised there was a couple n their 30s in the booth who was arguing..