..football!," she said, returning to the living room. She sat in between them on the couch and waited to see what would happen next.The Driver took a ...rink, then set his cup down on the coffee table in front of them. "Now for a REAL massage!," he boasted, moving her long hair off of her back and rubbing his hands into her neck."There are WAY more nerve endings in the feet!," the Passenger said scooping up her feet and setting them on his lap.Alice sat on the couch in luxury and lust. She hadn't. Isabel’s swaying side to side started the leviathan to awaken. I tried to stop her, but she insisted. She was going to learn a lesson in biology if she wasn’t careful.The song finished and she loved that everyone sang with her.Of course, the original Gold Standard Quartet sang “Mr. Sandman,” minus Jan to wet applause.Katherine started to sing... When I was just a little girlI asked my motherWhat will I be?Will I be pretty?Will I be rich?Here’s what she said to meQue sera, seraWhatever will be,. I was engulfed in agitation. I wanted to do something, but all the advice I had been given said to be patient. I wasn't a patient kind of girl.There are some things about which you have no choice whether to be patient or do something. Your twenty-first birthday will come twenty-one years after you are born; no sooner and no later. The Fourth of July celebration will come on the Fourth of July; no sooner and no later. You may have an anticipatory celebration, but it isn't a Fourth of July. ”“But I’ve only ever heard of Vampires, as legends.” Satan squeals.“I was always Vampire singular, there was only one, me. I kept myself hidden well, just like you have, Satan. I hide quietly among our food source and thereby have endured. Being immortal, time means little to me, just the cycle of ageing until I need to feed on living blood again. Being a Judge I have a ready supply of victims for whenever I choose to renew my body. I was here, Satan, on that very first Judgement Day, when this.