You'd have the occasional brief fling once or twice a year, then it would break up for one reason or another and you'd be single again for a while.You...were happy enough in your way to just keep living like this forever.That all changed a few weeks ago when you met a lady that totally blew your mind. First thing first, this woman was out of your league. WAY the fuck out of your league. But yet when you started talking, something just clicked.***You were in your usual haunt, an Irish pub called. The other cameraman, Barry, caught Holly's eye as she gleefully sucked and slurped all over Steve's dick. He was shuffling nervously, his hands fiddling with the bulge in his pants as his face became beetroot red. She took her mouth from the stone hard shaft in front of her and stroked it as she looked towards Barry and, with the forefinger of her free hand beckoned him towards her. "Come on young man" she smiled. "Come get some too".Barry shuffled towards her. He was only 18, thrown straight. .. violent ends all.Later, as he grew ... and the dead grew with him ... others found their way in. Sometimes the others were handy ... he needed a frenchman, a Devils Island Convict, for a play ... one showed up.He needed an inconvenient Siberian internment camp guard, an ignorant fool, the Russian had the proper qualifications ... and an interesting accent.A high school play demanded a villain ... the one pulled from the many was so villainous the second appearance on stage he was soundly. And some more."She obediently did so."That's my girl. More?"She nodded and drank again."Well done, little one. Would you like some more?"She nodded.Nick managed to get her to drink the best part of half a pint. She fell asleep and he continued to hold her. He was feeling desperately tired and a bit shivery himself. He drank the rest of the tea."Gareth," he said. "I've no doubt the ambulance boys will want to take me along as well for a check up and that we'll be in overnight."Gareth.