Tim anticipated his stepfather's next move. As Tim wentupstairs to change, his stepfather would soon follow him upstairspretending to be doing somethi...g else besides waiting for his stepson tostrip bare-assed naked and begin playing with himself inside the "privacy"of his bedroom walls.Tim felt horny and wanted to play a little game with his stepfather. Eventhough he was still fully clothed, Tim began belting out purposely loudgrunts which echoed out into the hallway as he heard his. January 5, 1996, Chicago, Illinois“What’s wrong, Dad?” Birgit asked as we cuddled on Friday morning.“I miss Calvin and Hobbes,” I said.“I like Susie Derkins! She thinks Calvin is a ‘poop head’!”“Actually, Calvin called Hobbes a ‘poop head’! But you really like when Calvin and Susie play house!”“Yes! Susie is in charge! He takes care of the house and kids and she goes to work! And she always wins when they fight!”“She even kidnapped Hobbes once.”“But Hobbes liked it because he likes his belly. ”“Out looking for me?” asked her father, incredulously. “That’s the kind of thing that got her in trouble in the first place! I swear that woman has no brain! Which way did she go?” he asked.Sarah pointed to the North. Her father turned and was obviously going to go find his wife when Sarah stopped him.“Pappa, I’m going to marry Bobby Rocklin,” she announced.There was pure, dead silence for what seemed like forever. Buckshot broke the silence by softly saying “Oh Lordy.”Jonas didn’t go to his. She always enjoyed smoking after having a few drinks. It was a cool night and the stars were shining brightly.Stanley wasn’t your average man. He was a vampire. He hadn’t always been a vampire but for the last hundred years, he was. Stanley had been following Iris because he knew she was a technician at a blood bank. He needed her credentials to enter the blood bank and to steal blood. Blood is what kept Stanley alive. Even though he was dead.The plan was he’d take her home and make love to.