It hasn’t taken over his life the way that it has with you, making you drain vampires for their blood,” I observed as I watched Eddie cum down Arn...e’s throat at last.“Hey, they drain us, we drain them ... it’s the circle of life, or undeath in this case,” Amy shrugged, looking pretty, but evil ... she had some potential, if she could get past her draining ways.“The difference is that he did nothing to you personally, so whatever you think of his kind, he doesn’t deserve it,” Frank Black added. I indicated that that would be fine. I dropped the phone on its base and swallowed. This was coming to a head now and I was frightened, frightened of the future. I realized that I would have to make decisions. I had been putting it off. I realized that I would have to begin giving my future some thought, but first I wanted to hear from Paul.I was in the garage Saturday afternoon putting a garden spade away when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked out and saw Jenny in the kitchen. I. "How's it been?" I asked. "Quiet and a bit boring," he told me with a thick accent. His English was perfect like him. Mehmet leaned forward and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him for a kiss. I straightened up and went over to the door and closed the blinds. "Lilly Rose, what are you doing?" Mehmet asked. His eyes were captivated by me swaying my sexy body in front of him sexily. Mehmet felt arousal in his groin as his dick began hardening in his black jeans. Arousal grew more and. " He certainly fit the bill, from his two thousand dollar Armani suit to the leather loafers I knew came from no cow to the big, clunky ring on his left hand flashing emerald fire in the low light. The gentleman was not Italian, which made me relax a little. In fact, he looked more like a Swiss banker than anything else. He was just under six feet tall with a build that suggested he kept in shape but was not a fanatic about it, like I was. That was belied by the steel cable sinews I could see.