Danny gets some guy fun and we both get to enjoy regular anal on top of our married frot." Sounds good to me," Danny said. "You guys pay half my tick...t, though." We'll pay it in full," Alex declared, "even throw in a free meal!"Danny chortled, "In that case, get stuck right in, buddy! You might wanna wet me up a bit first, though, if you know what I mean..."I expected to hear the bedside drawer open and Alex to pull out our tube of lube. Instead, Danny called out, "Aw fuck yeah!" and started. But, from experience, I’ve done it, in the lounge, a thousand times. A little tingling sensation, maybe aroused from something on late night television. A real give away to a fake, is usually the way the woman is dressed. Too tarty usually means stage managed. Stockings. Well, yes, I wear stockings all the time. But we women will always make sure the tops are well covered by the length of our skirt. And, the norm, for me, would be to slip them off when I get in from work, along with my. First thing’s first though, I needed more advice. I looked in the phone book in my room and chose the nearest branch of a nation-wide bank, a sporting goods store and an auto place.At the bank, I asked to speak to someone about opening a couple of accounts and was directed to a glass-walled office where a man in a suit greeted me at the door.I explained that I needed an account I could access from anywhere and chose his firm because it was nation-wide. Next, I needed to invest some money in. And that Goth bar she had visited a week ago was definitely not just a Goth bar. The poor girl would probably fall out of her seat. The Huntresses. They hadn’t started calling themselves that. Someone had whispered it one night and it had stuck. They hunted the things that human’s didn’t need to know about. Didn’t need to associate with. They were paranormal hunters. They specialized in vampires, but could also handle your occasional demon. They had done away with some troublesome Fae before.