Don't count the minutes. Forty-six of them. Forty-six times sixty. Two thousand seven hundred and .. fifty seconds now. Maybe a few less.If you start ...ow, pull as hard as you can against the tape over your lips, maybe you can get the tape to come loose. Maybe you can get him to change his mind. Promise not to forget again.How long? It's been ten minutes. Hasn't it? Tick. Tick.Fucking pads over eyes. A tiny layer of gauze preventing you from seeing the clock.A whine escapes your lips and you try. She didn't feel as though she'd been tricked because she expected the same results as he did. She just wished that he could have found another way.Then she laughed to herself. Vlad, for all intents and purposes, was as immortal, as far as healing himself, as any of her long-lost blood-sisters. He knew that, if Elisabeta were to kill him, she would make sure he stayed dead. Now she understood why he had chosen her as his executioner.'Wow!' she thought to herself. 'Talk about slow witted .... Rounding up." That's probably not far off, but you're not looking for precision on this, are you? What are you driving at?" She reached for him while she grinned into his eyes. He kept his hands busy on her body."We screw a lot, love. It's always great, but I want to be sure we're getting the most out of it, that we're really having all the fun we want to have." You're always looking for perfection. All I want is pleasure - as often as possible." Well, not perfection, exactly, although I know. She could hear Wayne breathing heavily."Cathy, can I ask you a question?" Sure," Cathy said, hearing her voice squeak because her throat was so dry. She took a sip of the coke."Can I--well, we haven't really got to know each other. What I mean to say is... well," Wayne said, his throat sounding as if it were equally dry, "can I... ?" Can you what, Wayne?"Cathy's brother had insisted to her that men were turned off by aggressive women. She wanted to kiss Wayne in the worst way! He was so tall.