It was my last chance…”Béla hugged her tighter, then grinned at her. “I do love you, Madam Dracula.”“I know,” Beth replied quietly. Béla...couldn’t feel anything emanating from her sister. Beth’s mind was shielded. She sighed, knowing that whatever was wrong between them wasn’t resolved. Then she kissed her, very tenderly.Beth moaned and put her arms around her sister’s neck. In a moment, the kiss changed from tender to passionate, then to hunger and lust.“Can I choke you?” Beth asked, coming up. ‘I was only four when my mom died. Dad had just opened the garage and was busy all the time. I don’t think he really knew what to do with me. ‘ It took a lot to admit that much about my father and the last thing I needed was platitudes and pity. But I braced myself for it as I waited for Matt’s response. ‘You can borrow my dad any time you like. He’s always up for a trip to the ice cream parlour.’ He gave me another gentle push towards my office. Just the feel of his hands against my spine. Gas and farm equipment were hard to get, even though farms were essential to the war effort. Even more difficult was good help since the armed forces were gobbling up the prime men and city jobs paid a lot more. Out on the plains it was a long way to town and neighbors weren't very close either. There was limited radio and no television yet.Hattie and Slim were fourth generation wheat farmers way west of Kansas City. They had a lot of land but no kids came along to help, no matter how often. Nguyen's care. My entire universe was right there beneath me and around me and reaching for the stars.When I wasn't running my lips across Mrs. Nguyen's forehead or kissing her eyelids or tasting the hollow of her shoulder, I was looking down at her face, watching the subtle movements rippling beneath her skin. As I moved in and out of her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes pausing deep inside, sometimes rotating my hips, her eyes tightened and relaxed, her forehead wrinkled and.