As Helen cleaned up the table, she thought how much she was looking forward to this afternoon and a major surprise she had for the men. Helen and Fra...k were both preacher’s kids. Both of their fathers served high steeple prestigious congregations and had large staffs that did most of the work. Both were members of exclusive golf clubs and spent much more time on the course than tending the flock. Of course they were quick to point out that biggest supporters were also member of the clubs, so. A moment passes... and then another.Eventually, she grabs my wrist and turns me to face her. I slump in thestair. She looks down on me, into the eyes again."Maybe I should wake her," she indicates Jenny's room. "I hear she lovesplaying with you when you're dressed up." Em," I appeal to her, "please stop this and let me out of thesepanties." I'm just kidding," she says. "I'm going to get changed. You stay herewith Dave," she commands as she steps around me. "Then I'll let you out."I can't help. Being generally shy she really couldn't do or say much other than keep in her general character. After a while he stumbled out of the room and everyone moved on quickly from the subject. We weren't so quick to move on.We both felt a mutual feeling of inadequacy. Like we were leading my family on by not explaining that we weren't actually all that wild in bed. I could have gone on to assure them that I get the job done and know my way pretty well around a pussy but that might have been in bad. ’ I could not stop the tears that burst forth as I recalled the killing of Ramirez. ‘I don’t want to be a murderer.’ Robert’s arms were around me and he gently rocked me. ‘Bridget, I understand.’ When I had cried myself out, he stroked my hair and continued. ‘Bridget, I’ve been a vampire for 500 years. Sometimes I’ve killed. I am capable of it and so are you. You are a killer, but,’ he shushed my protests, ‘You are not a murderer. Killing in defense of yourself or someone else is not murder.’.