As it turned out one of my father’s friends had recorded me being gangbanged and his wife found it. She spread the word around as revenge before she...divorced the guy.”“All of the women divorced their husbands except my mom. As I later found out she had resources that I never knew about. A few days after the recording came out, she confronted my father and he confessed and acted like it was his right, as my father, to break in his virgin daughter as he saw fit. A couple of days later he was. More than that though, I needed to understand the fascination. Where there more out there just like me? I turned to the only thing rational where I could find the answers to all of my questions. I went to google and started my search. It didn't take long to figure out that what I was having issues with voyeurism. Thousands of sites popped up on my screen. I wasn't the only one all right, there were many people out there just as sick and twisted. Among the pages of places where I could learn. Knowing my own dark-side, my dark secret, I feel unworthy. Your beauty reminds me of a more gentler time. When death and torment was no option. What is your name I wonder? I look upon your angel face. And your angel hair. I recognize the flower peddle in your hair. Your town had an infinite amount of these flowers, before it burned to the ground. Perhaps being the last peddle of your home, I decide to preserve it. How precious a peddle can be, when it is the last. You sigh, like a child, as I. " You shouldn't have recovered this well after last night. I took almost as much as I did the first time I fed on you." She closed her eyes, thinking hard. "Could you be adapting to me feeding from you?"Thinking equally hard, Rob responded, "If you can believe the folklore, vampires reputedly kept thralls. It could be that humans can adapt to being regular 'donors' to a vampire. That stable you joked about might be a reality." That's not funny, Rob," Elaina retorted in a mild panic. "I could.