Maybe it was fate. It wasn’t hard to over power him. He wasn’t a large man and he was soft. As I leaned in to take him I caught the scent of a w...man on his breath. I kissed him to taste her. He was so shocked at being kissed by another man that he didn’t even struggle. Bourbon and sex. Interesting, but not what I was after. As my lips left his I turned him so his back was against me and covered his mouth with my hand. I sank my fangs into his throat. He struggled ineffectually for a. Today there was no flashing, but suddenly that half-familiar redheaded girl collapsed as I was passing her with a towel round my waist. I managed to grab a hold of her before she hit the floor; but, oh boy, she was hot. Really hot. Feverishly hot. She was sobbing something while I held her."No, this cannot happen now, no..." Shh, relax. I'll take care of you." But I have to win..."Shit, what did I get myself into now? But I just could not leave her like that as she was not in a fit state to. . oh my god!”Aaron’s head whipped around to the display, and he watched in shocked disbelief as more than a dozen icons bloomed to malevolent life on the tactical display. His cup dropped to the deck as he threw himself into his chair and reached for his helmet. They were translating simultaneously! All of them!Two of their cruisers had emerged too close together, and the trailing ship plowed into its consort’s flaring engine nozzles. The trailing ship’s crew section glowed white hot as. Which is not often.The Dozen does not, as might be inferred from its name, consist of twelve members. It meets monthly - that is, twelve times a year - on the twelfth day of the month. Each meeting is limited to twelve people: the founders, who call themselves Pierre and Pierrette, and five invited couples, chosen from what we have come to believe is a large pool of members.On arrival the couples announce the names they have chosen for the evening. They are written on slips of paper, the men's.