It was an older man with creamy brown skin, the hair on his head sparse, but his beard thick. A smile formed on his face and he held up a finger, moti...ning for her to come into the store. Nervously she nodded and opened the glass door, a jingle of bells playing above her as she entered.The smell of incense wafted into her nostrils as she breathed. They used incense in her yoga classes sometimes, but this smelled a little different – she shook her head slightly, feeling like her memories were. His skin has a strange texture, cracked but greasy, most of all though is that it looked infected. By now Susan had pulled up a chair and was sitting across from her husband. ‘For goodness sake Jim what if it’s contagious? If you don’t know what it is then it could be contagious. Please tell me you were wearing a mask and gloves while you were checking him. Jim began to feel unsure about having told his wife as much as he did. He thought Susan was a squeamish woman and got nervous too easily.. Now, invite me into the house,” I told Vivien while glamoring her.“Please, come into my house,” Vivien invited me now.“Good girl. Now, listen to me, Vivien. You can trust me. In fact, you trust me more than you trust anyone else. My name is Roger Waters, just like the musician. Now, drink of my blood,” I told Vivien, cutting myself with a kitchen knife while offering her my blood to drink.“Yes, of course,” Vivien complied, no longer suspicious at all, even as I moved her head slightly to bite. She disappeared back into her room to get dressed. “Mmm,” Becky thought. “What a show. That was beautiful.” Slightly surprised with her own thoughts she remembered how she spent a day thinking about Lisa after their kiss goodbye the other night. This was the second time today she fantasised about another woman. She shrugged and came to terms with the fact that she shouldn’t be ashamed of appreciating the female physique. Becky checked if she was clean and stepped into her thong. This one was.