. after all, prey animals don’t wear clothing.A couple of water bottles for me, it will be HOT tomorrow. I wish there were a way to provide water to...my prey, but I think perhaps I won’t try to do anything for them. They can drink from the pools in the swamp if they get thirsty enough. I select a belt with a small ?fanny pack? type of pocket on it, and there I put keys to all three collars. I also select a long, sharp hunting knife and attach that to my belt. Then I found a little rucksack to. I release a shriek of excited disbelief which morphs into a scream of terror as something walks through the doorway. It is a huge humanoid creature, standing at seven feet. Black skin, nothing like the dark brown skin of humans but true black, the absence of colour, accented by red markings and contrasting against white hair. It – he – is all muscle, hard and defined, his entire body exposed, manhood and all. His hair is long and braided loosely, falling past his shoulders. His pubic area is. The bartender approached. "What can I do for you?"I jumped as his deep voice penetrated the silence. "Give me a draft beer," I said shakily.He looked at me critically. "How old are you, girl?" Twenty-one," I lied."Can I see some identification." I don't have any," I said truthfully. I had left my driver's license and anything else that might identify me back at the motel."Then I'm afraid you'll have to leave. I could lose my license."I felt an arm and a hand come around my shoulder. "Now, Pete,. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth and bit down on her shoulder, but I managed to stop myself before I drew blood. I didn’t know if she wanted to go that far yet, nor did she know what that truly meant either. Then, through my concentration, I heard her voice. “Go ahead, baby, make me bleed,” she whispered. I dug my teeth into her shoulder, drinking every drop that all but poured out of the wound. “Baby… Are you… Are you drinking it?” she asked, sounding unsure of how she felt about it. I.