As the last customers leave, I take a tray and start cleaning the table. Feeling someone grasp the side of my waist, startling me I drop the tray on t...e table. Spilling the leftovers, all over me. “What the hell are you doing Lilly?” I screamed at her, making her jump. The expression on her face changing from a smile to sadness. Dropping her head, she immediately went to walk away.Reaching out, I grabbed her by her arm. “Hey, I’m sorry.”“All week you have been buried in your own thoughts, all I. I can even see their memories and thoughts by drinking their blood.”“I can certainly see the appeal,” I say.“There are a few cons to it. It’s not without a downside,” she says. “Sunlight just doesn’t agree with my skin. Silver isn’t all that good either. Holy water is a no-no. Stakes are bad. I also don’t like the fact that I have to depend on blood to survive. It makes me feel like a monster.”“What about garlic and mirrors?” I ask. “Most vampires can’t be seen in mirrors, but some of the. I’d get oh so hard.And then I graduated to wanking while sniffing her panties. I knew my desires were wrong and that I would never be able to bury my face into my mother’s own pussy, so I opted for the next best thing, inhaling the aroma of her soiled knickers.I’d go through her dirty laundry and find them, usually she wore lacy nylon panties. There I would be on my knees in her bedroom playing with my erection and a pair of her soiled panties at my nose inhaling the unique and very special. " Think about it. I have dreams too, you know..." And they include sailboats. You never said..." You've become the center of my life, Ed. How big is that one?"I looked. "Thirty-something feet." How much does something like that cost?" One that floats? Ten K. Brand new? Quarter million."She gave me one of those looks. "Something that's used but in pretty good shape." Twenty to forty K is a nice range for the low end of thirty feet. It'd be an older boat, but if the engine's good and the sails're.