Jack didn't know whether to leave the pictures in his private email box or delete them immediately. His better judgment said to delete. But his fascin...tion with Ronni wouldn't allow him to do it. Jack tried to close the pictures and go about his business. But he couldn't stop looking at them. He was so engrossed in thinking about what Ronni's breasts might look like with her hands removed. He just barely had time to close the windows before his wife came in the room."What are you up to, Hon?". Danny nodded, his head spinning."Fine," agreed Sylvia in frustration, her tongue lapped briefly at his throat, tasting the clotting blood that leaked from the tiny wounds her fangs had left. Feeding in this manner was so infuriating; she much preferred using her fangs to rip the throat of her victim so that she could drink deeply of their blood. Sipping Danny's blood for brief snacks was so unsatisfying, barely enough to sustain her.Sylvia sat up, still straddling Danny's upper thighs.Danny's. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I said aloud three times and quickly looked at the clock radio and saw it was still only 6.40 am, so at least I hadn’t overslept and still had over two hours to reach work. “Fuck!” “Tanya, I have never cheated before. But last night I did and you know for what it’s worth, I really enjoyed being with you.” “You FUCKED me,” I interjected, facing him again feeling anger building. “And you fucked me! And you enjoyed it Tanya, don’t say you didn’t, so don’t put this on me alone.”. I’m chief bridesmaid.”He broke into laughter so uproarious that several other drinkers looked their way. She glared in response, abashed by the irony in her own confession. “Which begs the question,” he said, still visibly amused, “how you come to be officiating at the wedding of someone you plainly can’t stand.”Her defiance faded and she told him, her tone more sheepish. “Erica adopted me as a best friend when I started working for the company. Now I can’t shake her off. I suppose I used to.