I quickly pulled my shirt off of my head, shut the door and locked it. looked at my chest to see that he had painted my nipples bright red and written... Sissy Slut and a phone nunber on my chest. I quickly brought myself off again, finished peeing and left. I went and carried on with my day and ended up shopping for some new jeans. I took a couple of pair into the changing room and pulled down my trousers again once again seeing the pink thong and the stockings I still had on. Standing up I. Nene and I are happy. Life has been good. There have been no real surprises. We see John, Susan, Bill and Jass at least once a month. Nene goes shopping with the girls on occasion and they seem to get along even with the huge age difference. She is just their little sister in that way from what I can see.Nene continues to go alone to Flor's grave once a week to place flowers. I am humbled by this.The only surprise for some, was no surprise to Nene, who had every reason to know. It had to do. . was not.” Julias folded his arms across his chest and stepped up to be next to Viktor. On the screen, pictures of Antoinette were shown, entering and exiting Bloodlust. They were date stamped. “I knew she had been visiting Bloodlust, but I did not make that connection.”“Indeed.” Viktor gave him a short glance, cold and demanding. “And did you know she has been seducing your childe?”He did not like where this conversation was going.“Yes, Alder Viktor.”“Strange that you have not brought this to. "I'm up. Where do you want to meet?" 11:12 PM.25 minutes later I'm walking by the famous First Avenue looking for the bar next door. All I know is that she has red hair and is wearing a U Of M jacket. I walk in and scan the crowd. Nothing. I work my way to back. Scan the bar -- there she is!Red wig and the right jacket. Checking her out. Big bootie. Big breasts. Cute face. African American. Probably 15 years younger than me. Perfect! Showtime!I walk up, tap her on the shoulder and say "Hello"We.