"It's going to be a long lesson," whispered Vicki. I managed to struggle through the class, my French skills being a lot better than Misty's. In fact ... gave a good account of myself, er, herself. Or whatever... Then it was onto P.E.I was surprised by my own reactions in the changing room. Although I was fascinated by being on the other side of the fence, I did not get the sexual thrill that I would have expected. I was just another girl now. And one of the best-looking too. Vicki was a major. Ethan at one point came back with a tray of tequila shots, wearing his tie as a bandido neckerchief over his mouth, faking a Spanish accent, and making you two laugh hysterically. Other people came and went as the night wore on, and you each wandered off a bit on your own, but you always gravitated back to your spot, meeting either in pairs or the three of you. The bar flashed its lights on, blinding you for a minute as you rushed to finish your last sips of the rum and cokes that those. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this.’ Lydia whispered then sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. ‘I won’t tell if you don’t tell.’ Brent said back reaching for the buttons on her shirt, and exposing her bra to him. ‘What about Sybil?’ Lydia asked while he fumbled with the bra clasp. ‘She’s sleeping, and once she’s asleep nothing can wake her up.’ He said finally unfastening her bra. He cupped her breast in his hand and softly sucked on her nipple. She sighed and moved on top of him. She could feel how. Trapped in this room with a human while I was so thirsty. This couldnt end well, she smelt so good, I wanted her, and no one would see, there was no window in here, door was locked. It would just be disposing of the body that would be the problem. Thirsty…need to feed… I saw her consider this, watching my face, as my already crimson eyes changed to an even deeper shade and the veins on my face became more prominent. With no fear in her eyes, she moved her hair back so her neck was exposed..