”“Ah god damn kid, you’ve seen me topless. Just think of all the things your sire does to me in the dark.”Ew. Ugh. Erk. Beatrice was attractiv..., sure, in a monster chick kind of way, and her shark-teeth-for-cheeks made her definitely interesting, and scary, but the thought of his sire fucking her was disturbing. Kind of like picturing your dad fucking someone.“Speaking of sex!” Beatrice peaked down the alley to make sure no one was coming into the dark, then sat down on the unconscious woman’s. Their heads were held high as they accepted the cheers of all the casino patrons along their path. The people in the main hall had not seen the extended game. That was reserved for the special gamblers in La Domaine Riche; however, the patrons knew that these were the casino's latest victims, proud losers... now proud naked losers."You will receive a cashier's check in a moment for $500,000 and a little document for the United States government's tax people. We are in the middle of the. I helped her out and hand in hand we walked up to the front door. I felt her flow into my arms as we shared a long but tender kiss goodnight.“Bo, can we make this a regular thing?” she asked, almost shyly.“Tell you what, let’s plan on maybe Monday nights, if that is OK. I feel a little guilty about not patrolling tonight, and I don’t want to skip too many weekends. We can do Mondays, that is the slowest night of the week. And I can definitely stop by when you get off work and walk or drive you. Upstairs in our bedroom I watched while she stripped off her tank top and jeans. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and I asked, “Where’s your panties?”“I don’t know?” She smiled impishly. “I must have lost them somewhere,” she added teasingly.In hindsight, I should have asked her how she lost her panties while at lunch with Madeline, but the only thing that came to my mind was, “Where’d you go? Your car was here so you didn’t drive.”“Madeline picked me up and dropped me off,” she said casually..