I bet they can see in here." I didn't think anything more about it until a week or so later. I was at home when the phone rang. It was Janie."Brand...n, are you up for something a little bit adventurous?" she asked.Today I would know better, but at the time I didn't realize what she was capable of. I said, "Uh, I guess so."She said, "Put the phone on speaker." When I did, she went on, "I'm over at Dan and Michele's, in the apartment building across the way. We can see you."I looked at the. I grew up around girdles, garters belts, corsets, brassieres, and all of the other types of undergarments. My mother designed the garments, and my father ran the shop. I could sew before I could walk, and I inherited my mother's knack for designing "intimate apparel". Half a dozen women sewed the attire. Although my father was good man to work for, he ran the shop very strictly. For that reason, I did not realize that my father was very submissive to my mother until I was in my late teens. . "The female vampires you see on TV are all, well, you know, Elvira, Queen of Darkness. So, I thought, why can't a vampiress be blonde? So, I straightened my hair, and put on the fangs, rented the leather costume, and, ta-da! Me!" She stood with her arms in the air, twisting her body to show all sides. Robby was starting to get nervous because this woman was a bit more bubbly and vivacious than he was used to. And it seemed that she wasn't done yet."The fangs were the hardest. The instructions. Or worse yet, fear of the unknown. She nibbled on the strip of meat, shivering from the cold that permeated the house. The man noticed, and guided her from her chair to the sofa near the fireplace. Even though there were just glowing embers burning, it was much warmer than the other part of the room."What's going to happen to me?" she asked him, afraid of what he might say. She was frightened to look into his eyes but frightened not to. She looked at his mouth."Ed." Pardon me?" she asked."My.