You're going to get me going if you keep it up. What do you have for me?" Nothing, the boss is in the air this morning and didn't leave me a message. ...'m sure he'll call as soon as he's down out in LA" Say, Bruce, I need a surveyor, do you know one I can use?" Sure, I have a friend who will do it for you. He's good. Very much a fairy, but really good at what he does. Call him, tell him what you want to do and he'll have it done right away."I called the surveyor, Jim Sweet. When I said that. . ?" By biting you? No. The amount of blood I need for sustenance is quite small, a cupful, no more. And I need to take blood only about twice a month. Actually, to dispel a myth about vampires, I eat food the same as you. The blood is only to supplement my diet. Vampires are born with a metabolic defect. We cannot absorb iron from any other aspect of our diet except human blood. If we do not periodically supplement our diet with blood we become severely anemic and will eventually die." How. .. two... three!"Shirley woke up, a bit surprised that she was in bed. "Want another fuck?" You have an interview in a half hour, Missy. Let's get you prepared."Shirley popped out of bed, and before I could say anything, she sprinted downstairs, coming up with the new outfit I purchased earlier that day."This will knock them dead! Jim, I really need to thank you for everything today!" You nearly thanked me senseless, Ms. Horny Britches."Shirley laughed, and took her outfit into the. I had no nervousness, I was ready to say it. “I’ll be blunt mom. I want to make love to you. That’s what I want for my birthday.” Her jaw dropped in shock.“Max, am I hearing you right? You want to fuck me, your mother?” she asked, completely bewildered. I nodded. “Yes mom, I want to make love to you. That’s what I want for my eighteenth birthday.” She shook her head, like she could not believe what I was saying.“Max, why would you want to fuck me? Even if I was not your mother, why would you.