’ ‘It’s not.’ Mint picks up his bag, hefts it in his hand. He surprises her by tossing it in her direction. ‘Count it,’ he says, his gun o... her again. She stares him in the eyes as she drops to her haunches and unzips the bag. She runs her nails along the surface of the bills, appreciates how unforgiving the stacks feel beneath her french tips. She snaps a rubber band. ‘Quit fucking with it, and count it,’ Mint says. She hears the click as he cocks the hammer, another click as he uncocks it.. I should have landed a kick on the fucker and got going. I could have outrun him - he looked fit but my legs were longer. I should have... But I didn't. What I did do was look furtively over my shoulder to see if anyone had seen this meeting and walk lamely behind him into the abandoned building where he had been working. He locked the door behind me which caused me a few anxious moments. He might have been a psychopath but I don't suppose psychos kiss which is what he did as soon as we were. My mind continued to wander through a variety of possible fantasies and with each new mental image, I wondered if this was the pleasure that awaited.I heard footsteps up the stairs. They they approached the bed. I felt those wonderful lips of my wife meet mine. A long hot passionate kiss. Our tongues danced and then she released and began to kiss my cheeks, my chin, my neck, my shoulders. A tender open palm slide up and down my chest pausing to tease my nipples. Then I felt her lips near my. Peter seemed the same to her, mostly because once someone became a vampire, they no longer aged and they also retained most of the same looks and some of the same mannerisms they had when they were alive. At first, Peter embraced the impossible revelation that the love of his mortal life was still alive, like they had never been apart. Later his attitude toward his former love turned more into a mute acceptance of her existence. Vicki, on the other hand, hadn't embraced anything. She.