“Indeed,” Tommy admitted. “But I left quickly when those two ruffians appeared. I watched you burn your own flesh for your pleasure and theirs, ...nd I felt the joy with which you took that man’s life. I presume the only reason you didn’t feed at the time was that you were with your thrall. Feeding on a kill is a very private thing...”“I...” Tanya started, then stopped. Things were starting to fit together in a very scary way.“You were...” she started again. “You did all this to get my attention?. When I first saw that film and pointing at the screen saying "I want those." Mom picked up a bag at the 7-11 on the way home and I was hooked. It was so bad that Mom had to hide any if she got them for Halloween, just like she hid my Christmas presents when I was a kid. And she still didn't trust me to hand them out to the trick or treaters.This was a piece of Saran Wrap with a handful of candy in it, tied together with some ribbon."Where did you get them?" I stole them. Or borrowed them. They. Premeditated. "Uh, I'm glad you have limits for us, but considering you and Sherry, what's our limits? Cannibalism?"No, we didn't do much more kissing, not just then. Both of us knew about limits. He has 'em. I have 'em. But boy, are they getting flexible.Instead, we made lunch, then invited Sherry over to play games.And for the next week, we had our sessions of making out. I was finding out things about me, how I felt, and him, what I could do to make him vibrate like a guitar string, even. She eased the glass up and the noise from the hotel became tangible. On a previous visit she had moved a table and a couch to be where she could stand the gun and lie, prone to aim and kill. Deftly, Frances assembled the gun, inserted the box magazine with a comforting click. The weapon stood on its bipod and she pulled the stock lovingly to her shoulder, easing the end of the barrel through the window like Angie sometimes eased into her. A minute adjustment of the sight and the red carpet came.