And I'd been fantasizing about her off and on ever since. I'd gone through college on a full ride football scholarship even though I was an English ma...or if you can believe that, then after graduation I'd played three years of professional ball, mostly as a linebacker on special teams, before returning here to my alma mater. Now I was an English teacher and football coach here, and as if she'd been waiting faithfully for me, my hot teacher Mrs. Jones had become my friendly and hot colleague. For one briefsecond, a thought flashed through my brain. What will I wear to gethome?My right hand, which when I'd awoken was flat on Peter's chest, begangently making circle motions, caressing his skin, softly. Theprominent emotion I was feeling was of genuine love, and I wanted toconvey that to him through my touch. Even asleep, I somehow knew he'dfeel me, touching him, rubbing him, sending him all my positive energyand love through my skin, into his.The circles I was tracing became bigger,. . he and the missus off to Lithgow and me, off to Bathurst. The girls stayed to mind the stock. They didn’t look too disappointed.My girls were happy to see me. I had a fashion show. The clothes didn’t look all that different from what the shops sold in Bathurst ... but what do I know.We didn’t go to the Dream site the next day ... or the day after. In fact, we didn’t go for a fortnight, the weather turned on us and we were rained in. Mostly, the Mustang took Abby out to the uni and Myndee off. Perhaps a more buxom beauty to go along with this slim blonde. Perhaps even a girl with a slight build without the strong muscles of this athletic slave. Yes, there were many more women that a man could want.“Why not,” he said aloud to himself. She was oblivious now, perhaps, but perhaps he should use her. She could definitely be of use in recruiting more girls to serve him.An idea solidifying in his mind. He was a vampire, in the spirit of Dracula himself. A man who would have his harem of.