They'd caught him a month before in a strip joint. He was systematically beating the talent show girls. And they were showing all the signs of really ...iking it. One or two, they wouldn't have suspected he was a spark. Six he'd only just met was too much."Send one of them in." he spoke into the intercom. Then he took his seat, front row, center."Yessir!" a static voice shouted back at him.He flipped another switch. Every sound in the other room became audible. The other side of the glass wall. What also helped was that Lizzy was in good shape, and I could tell she didn't want to lose that figure. "Anything you want. It's on us," I reminded her. "I couldn't let you guys do that," she said. "No, no, no. It's the least we could do... for our new house guest." Lizzy's sad face lit up like 4th of July. We all stood up. Lizzy hugged Kathrine, said thank you, kissed me on the cheek, said thank you, and we hugged. The hug brought back long lost memories of playing and wrestling. Hissing at the male, Bill threw him to the ground and started to rip him to pieces. Snapping his head up Bill's claws dripping the blood of the dead male he growled, "Any others? I am not the weak mindless fool my Uncles lead you to believe! Well! Are there any others that wish to die? Ah! Cowards!" Whirling Bill growled at Twitty and Glenna who were looking at him with heated looks. "As I said I do not need guards, mates yes but not guards!" "You might not be that so assured later sire!". I was going to be partial payment for the weed he wanted to get! The dealer handed the bag of weed over to Paul and then he turned to me. He got this wicked grin on his face and I looked at him, horrified. His gaunt, pock-marked face had leathery skin and eyes larger than they should have been for his face. He had what I can only assume as a feeble excuse for a beard, although it looked more like a short haired dog with the mange. His hair was thin and falling out in small patches, and when he.