And I started to imagine Fatima growing up to be a replica of her mother. Then, I exited the room immediately and went to sleep. With the end of their...vacation they shifted back to their flat.After a few days, I again got a chance to be with her. She came back from school and was sleeping in her petticoat. This time, she was sleeping in my aunt’s bed. There were only me, Fatima and Aunt at home at the time. Aunt had gone for a bath and Fatima was in deep sleep.Sensing an opportunity, I. Every night I roam the dark lit streets searching. Sniffing the air for the smell of sexual heat and young hot hormones. Searching for that special someone that I could feed off and you never know one day, someone I could love. I have never met anyone yet who had the same sexual desires and stamina as I do. I just rounded the corner of the night club district about to give up on the search for this night, and that is when I found her. She stood outside the doors of a sleezy nightclub. "I think it's time we try electro-therapy on her." No," Dr. Janelle turned to face him and stated firmly. "Shock 'er brain to life? She ees much too frail for sat. I 'ave tole you so. She can't take sat kind of treatment." Insulin shock then?"Dr. Janelle closed her eyes, thinking of the dreadful pain and stress caused by such arcane therapies. Patients restrained with leather straps and injected with high doses of insulin causing their bodies to go into such extreme convulsions that wooden pegs. Three in fact. The room smelled sweet. Thin rays of sunlight were everywhere. It was probably the closest I’d ever get to the feeling of entering a heaven for the first time. And there they were. My three wishes… Asleep. Cuddled up together on the bed in white oversized t-shirts and shorts. Their legs, arms and slender bodies curled in and out, delicately wrapping around each other. They looked so perfect, comfortable and complete. The sight of the boys together felt like a never-ending.