And, we have to dance our ‘Lady in Red’ signature dance for the guests. Do you think I need to work on my negotiating skills? At least I didn’t ...ave to promise the President a dance, although I’d be honored.’ ‘I’ll have to call Lisa and let her know about this. She can meet us at the airport. She’ll be pleased when she hears that Steve thought to invite Jason. At least we all know where to get our gowns for the evening,’ sighed Paula. ‘My life was never this exciting before Gwen met Steve. I. "well see you later..." I looked at him vanishing away... Something told me to ask him to stay so I did as I wanted... "will you stay? With me... For a... Um... Bit?" I asked... He looked at me said yes... he walked in and sat on a chair and I sat on my bed... To break the ice I asked, "so why are you here?". "do you want the truth? And if so you can't say anything..." I looked at him and looked down thinking then responded with a yes... "I'm here cause my parents want me to look after. "It's open," she heard and she turned the knob and stepped into the darkened room, closing the door behind her, "Lock it," he said and she complied and then turned and kept her eyes downcast as she felt his eyes surveying her. "Have you complied slut? Lift your skirt so that I can see if you have," and she threw her purse onto the chair as she grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly inched it up until her pussy came into view and then held it waist high until she heard his approval, "Very good. "Are we supposed to believe you? Do you deny that you are an undead creature from the pits of hell?" Believe me or not, its the truth. As for denial, if you are asking if I'm a vampire, the answer is 'Yes'. However, I'm not from the pits of hell. I'm from Ireland." The last part must have non-plussed him as he shut up. I continued. "I am undead, but I wasn't always. I'm not a demon. I survive by drinking blood but I do NOT murder for it and I am repulsed by torture."There was murmuring among.