. Renette was the perfect example of blonde sexiness, with her flawless, lightly tanned skin, and the trim figure of a cheerleader. She caught me look...ng and smiled.As she settled into the water, making sure to keep her cast high and dry, she asked me to bathe her. It was her leg that was broken, not her arms, but I complied, lathering her up and using the sponge on her undamaged upper leg, sliding it up, skipping over what was between her legs, down the other leg...Renette gave a disappointed. He couldn't understand why he was so tearful rather thanangry, but of course wasn't aware of the effect the female hormones andlack of testosterone were already having on him.For the first time she pressed the menu button and an option appeared'sound operated', she tapped on a question mark alongside. It explainedthat if opted for, any sound of the subject speaking that was picked upby the monitor in the collar would activate it. She took the option,telling herself that she must look at some. I don’t breath, my heart doesn’t beat and what flows in my veins is only borrowed. And yes, I do drink blood. Just try to think of me as someone needing a lot of transfusions. I’d be perfectly happy to subsist from the local blood bank but I can’t. There’s a nationwide shortage of blood. Don’t any of you ever see the Red Cross ads asking for donations? However, I am hardly soulless and I resent the hell out of being called a monster. Except for a few changes that occurred after a strange. I walked quickly outside and turned left, anxious to get some distancebetween me and the hotel. "Ms. Strathmore!" Recognizing that was thename I was supposed to respond to, I turned to see a bellhop racingafter me. "Ms. Strathmore, you must come inside to the ball!" I'm sorry, but I can't stay." You can't leave, Ms. Strathmore. No one ever leaves!"I turned and walked away as quickly as I could. I approached the edgeof the property to see a shimmering light. We were alone so I spoke toEmeline..