Way."The higher pitch of his voice was as surprising as it was alarming. Thiswas not him, who in the hell was she and why was she wearing his hockeyje...sey and underpants? Bill walked/staggered out of the bathroom andgrabbed the phone, and then he put it back, who was he going to call,his boss, he'd never buy this? His friends? Same story. What the hellwas he supposed to do?Bill took off the jersey and pushed the underpants down to the floor andrealized before he did anything more that a. I shook my head because I tought I was going crazy.I begin to back up and say "What the fuck are you guys?"He just took my hand and lead me to another room, I never seen before. He pushed me into the room. I guess the room was his bedroom it was in all black. No color in slight. "Come sit, my love" he said. I just looked at him like he was crazy as hell. I turned to leave."Stay please." Damon said.I stop walking and turn around."What are you?" I asked again."I'm a vampire" he said. I started to. We met at a mall in one of the Mumbai suburbs and man I was flabbergasted looking at her and then I realized why her online chat handle was supergirl44. Though a typical south Indian Brahmin woman sans the dark complexion, she was a visual treat. We had coffee and then went roaming to know each other better lasted at around 8 pm we were tired and went to golden chariot near airport where they played live ghazals. We have a nice evening drinking beer and enjoying the music. She called one of her. I think for the most part I liked the attention, liked the idea of being a woman that a guy desired.So that’s pretty much how my Junior year went. I dated a few guys, had a few random hook ups, and when the year ended, I was guy free. The summer went by with absolutely no men involved. I mean I partied some, but no hook ups, nothing serious until two weeks before school started. That’s when I met Ben. Ben was this supper hot guy, sophomore in college (big that he was a college guy) that was.