She kisses back, hungry, needing everything. She growls, low in her throat " gggggrrrrrr..gggggrrrrr," and my reply splits her lip, her blood spilling...willing over my mouth, which quests downwards, the graze of teeth bringing her desire to a sharp point. She gasps " OOOHHH," pushing her head back in ecstasy.My hungry mouth finds her nipple and the pressure of my lips, the sting of my teeth, is too much. She is wetter than she has ever been. My mouth trails a descent over her belly butshe pushs. Why haven't you asked me for a date?" she asked, her eyes piercing mine.Maybe it was because I'd held my feelings in so long, sharing only a little with Ralph and Cheryl. Maybe it was Debbie. I felt she honestly wanted to know about me. Maybe it was me, feeling differently about her than any woman I'd met. Whatever it was, I told her. I told her about me. About Sharon. About everything.She listened intently. She did want to know me. She began talking about herself, letting me know her. Lunch. I was then mobbed by a number of pageant officials. As Louis Lai was about to disappear from view, I noticed that Nan had intercepted him. She was speaking to him alone. I could see her whispering into his ear at times and giggling often and playfully touching him frequently, while he seemed to have no interest in ending their conversation. After about ten minutes, however, they did go their separate ways, but not before I saw her speak into his phone. *** Two hours later, after the obligatory. While Jen was typing the final summary, she began to notice the temperature drop in her office. Then came the feeling again, that someone was in the room with her, watching. Suddenly, she jerked her hands away from the keyboard. In a matter of seconds, the keys turned so cold, they felt like cubes of dry ice. For a few moments she just sat there, staring dumbly at the keyboard. Then she noticed movement on the computer screen. Her eyes darted up to it, and she gasped. Someone, or something was.