Let me get in here and I’ll hit you up later. Send me a video or something and I might rub one out for you at lunch.”“For sure. What kinda work ...o you do?”“I manage a water treatment plant,” the married man shared.“Neat. I’m an art ther****t.”“Oh,” he laughed. “You woo-woo as fuck then.”“I’m a little bit woo-woo.”“That’s hot. You’re a real faggit, baby!”Kenji giggled. “Alright. I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”The towering man climbed out of his SUV. His hulking chest and massive arms seemed. Miss Emma joined him.?Excellent, Bernard.? She moved Joe?s head around for a better look. ?Absolutely perfect.?Bernard bowed his head. ?Thank you Mistress,? he replied. He packed up his bag and headed for the door.?Well, what do you think?? she asked Joe. ?Like it?? Joe looked in the mirror. What looked back at him was a bald man, wearing a little girl?s dress with beige eye shadow and pink lipstick. He started to cry.?Aw. Poor baby,? she said, smiling. She undid the straps and helped Joe to. I could see the depravity under the surface of this divine specimen in front of me. I knew I had found my perfect companion. I placed my finger to her lips as she started to tell some story or other and willed with every ounce of my being her to stop speaking. I lowered myself to her for a light brushing of our lips and my body reacted instantly. She returned my light kiss with one of her own and our lips parted for a meeting of tongues. As our tongues gently massaged each other in a flurry of. I'd just finished a shower, a long hot one, finding that as hot as the water could get, it wasn't enough. I felt cold inside, all the way down into my bones and my stomach ached, twisting painfully as felt that hunger growing. It was a cruel thing and my instincts were telling me it was time ... Time to do ... Something. I wasn't sure exactly what, but I had a vague idea. I mean, it seemed obvious, if I really was a vampire.A vampire. I'd avoided the word but it was out now and I even said it.