” I heard Mel say.‘What if she doesn’t want to or simply doesn’t wake up?” Joe queried.“Trust me honey, once we get going she’ll wake up... And if she doesn’t want to join in, we’ll simply apologise and go to sleep. Its not like we’re ever going to bump into each other at work or down the local is it?” Mel asked. She needn’t have worried. Satisfied that they weren’t going to do anything to or with me that I wasn’t comfortable with I was only too happy to join in. But first, let them put on a. Or a long retired newsreader for the BBC. Elegant, grey hair with just few dark ones, aqualine features and the figure of a woman who had obviously looked after herself. She was a stunner. Hubby provided a very good bottle of French red wine and we got to talk about each other. Helen held a job closely aligned to mine (connected with the law) and had spent that day working at the local Magistrates' Court. Husband had obviously dabbled in many careers, including model agencies though I was told,. .. robust?" he asked quizzically."My fangs tend to cut up smaller brushes. I go through a lot of them," she answered. She reached for hers and went through the same routine, throwing water on her face when she was done."So," she said, continuing the original conversation, "Four days after a weak feeding and I lost control." I wouldn't say that," Rob rebutted. "I think the situation was very emotionally charged and we both lost control. Besides, I liked it. I could have done without the distress. "For Heaven's sake, Larry, don't just walk off. The poor woman needs to talk." Well," I said hesitantly. "I can listen if you like. I mean, if you want to, uh..." I floundered to a halt.She turned now to look at me. "You're the nice young man from dinner. Harry, wasn't it?" Larry," I corrected her, "but close enough." Yes. I'm sorry. I wasn't myself last night, you know. I haven't been myself in several days." For a moment she looked ready to break down again, but she shook her head sharply..