There is always that ‘freaky song’ set that gets played every couple of hours or so at the dance club. Here, the DJ plays something to get as many...people on the dance floor at once(especially the white women) then a really good freaky set starts to play. My mouth waters, and I start to lick my lips at all of the tan, peachy, smooth, blonde, brunette, & redheaded flesh that is saturating this dance floor. I notice some of the women are aware and anticipating. So are some of the husband/dates.. You see, I am not religious so it was all a little bit awkward. I enjoyed the singing and the general chubby middle-class jollity nonetheless.I have to admit to wandering the graveyard after the service was over, looking for Mircala, or anagrams thereof, Carmilla, Marcilla, Mirlaca. It was all a bit hammer-horrorish and I was starting to feel really really dumb, not to mention a little bit frustrated at having failed to score with the most beautiful and apparently horniest girl I had ever met.. Then Greg said, "Yes, it is. Megan, it's so nice to hear your voice." The tingling was there again. How could just hearing her voice produce this effect?Megan blushed and shivered. She was glad that Greg couldn't see her. "Thanks," she said, "it's nice to hear yours as well. I hope you don't mind my being here." Not at all. What's happening?" Nothing much," she said. "Just spending my days chained to a desk. How about you?" Bored out of my mind," Greg said. "Nothing but boring meetings during. I used to back horses and did very well so following a big win had money burning a hole in my pocket as I passed a sex shop in central London so entered with my fantasy in mind. I purchased two pornographic videos, a crotchless fishnet body stocking, red nipple tassels and sequinned gee string for my wife. The items weren,t cheap, but the money I won covered it. I couldn,t wait to show Sarah what I bought, but couldn,t till the following weekend when her parents offerred to babysit for us..