"Kay's hands shook as she closed the door. She walked down the hall to her room. As soon as she was alone, she pounded her fist on the bed.What was wr...ng with her? She should have told them to submit to blood extraction, reward them with food, and left. Telling them about the dead and offering to help them with their hair was a serious break in discipline. It was a sign of weakness to her charges. A weakness they would try to exploit. She must be strong. She must not succumb to them.A warmth. "Doesn't mean I can't try." I leaned forward, speaking toward Dad's seat, my message for him. "Thanks Dad, for making the whole thing possible. I know I don't say it enough, but I really appreciate everything. I love huntin' with you. I don't think it gets any better than this." You're welcome. We should do these things more often. Go out as a family. It's so much better, when you can share a perfect outing with those you love." Damn. That was about as sensitive as the old man could get. I. “The reason the videos are so misleading is I got caught in a virulent energy-feedback. That’s why I was left so bloodied and confused afterwards. It was hardly my finest hour, though it reveals how complicated my approach is. It’s not patentable, so no one can make any money off it. I can’t admit it, since I can’t document it, and there are definite dangers to the practitioner, if not the patients. As such, there’s no way I can either train others or offer services for it.”Melissa’s eyes. His hands slid along her thighs, up the curve of her hips and finally cupping her chest and feeling the soft points of her nipples pressing against his fingertips. He was gazing into her glazed, half-lidded eyes when his vision was suddenly eclipsed. Tiffany had moved around to him and was kneeling over his head, her wet, glistening slit less than an inch above her face. She put her hands over his and together they massaged and kneaded Juliana's generous rack. The fog was starting to rise in.