He was an artist and carved it himself. He was a fairly rich man with, and his clothes, save his cape, were all expensive things. People seemed to tru...t him more if his character loomed high class. It always worked. He walked the foggy cobblestone streets with lanterns lighting most of his way. He was headed toward a bridge when he saw a woman just over the drink. His eyes widened in lust seeing this new found hooker. The woman named Tanya was a "new wave prostitute". Or that's what she liked. All of this I kept as best I could from anyone, but I think my sister intuited my problem, at least a little, considering what happened. Either that or she’d been checking me out as much as I’d been dreaming about her.The day it happened, I was late coming home. I’d stayed a couple hours trying to work through the pile of homework that would carry over into my weekend, and failed miserably. Added to that the fact that, the night before, I’d gone out with Sudha, who’d let me go so far as to. Then still being hot between my thighs, soon released him and roughly pulled him on top of me. ‘Now Mark! Now! Fuck me!’ I panted as we rolled on the bed and he managed to get me onto my back and quickly plunged himself inside me. I gave out a scream as I came again at feeling his prick enlarge my vagina when he entered me, to began his thrusting for him to have his climax. I alternately clung and scratched him as he humped me, pushing himself in as far as he could go till he too came with. She called out for me in fear for her safety.I saw in my mind that Grace had been walking alone through the park only blocks away from her apartment and was now surrounded by a group of shadows. A chide was at the tip of my tongue but that wasn't the most important issue at hand. It was more than flight. I was there in a heartbeat. She was in danger.My fangs grew stabbing my lower lip. I did not care who would see. I was going to protect my living heart. I thrust myself through the curtains and.