After all, my passport wascurrent and I had no dates planned, so taking the jobwouldn’t really mess up my life. I told him I’d take it. Th...n my boss gave me the kicker — I’d have to leave ina week. Great. That wouldn’t give me enough time to getanti-malaria shots and have them take effect. I eyed himwith thoughts of mercenaries and torture flittingthrough my head, but the bonus money won out. Besides,there was a certain James Bond-ish thrill to the wholeidea of. Now, drink of my blood,” I told Vivien, cutting myself with a kitchen knife while offering her my blood to drink.“Yes, of course,” Vivien complied, no longer suspicious at all, even as I moved her head slightly to bite her neck.I wanted to taste her blood, after all, without her being too weakened, and I also wanted her linked to me in a bond that would be very difficult to break. I wanted Vivien to have sexual dreams about me, too, of course, and be much easier prey for my intentions. I didn’t. "Just try to keep your balls."I made a mental note to contact the company shrink as soon as Charlie left. What the hell was I saying? My emotions were so mixed, my brain froze but my mouth just kept flowing. I might get all Charlie's accounts, but he had been sucked off by my wife several times. He then fucked my wife every which way but loose. Come to think about it, Gwen was probably fucked loose, along with upside down and sideways! Should I be elated, or should I go postal? What over the. ...sucks the winner's DICK."It was like a smack to the face; out of nowhere. I knew I held NOTHING in my hand; my quite-tipsy ass had been bluffing like mad, just having fun with the man while enjoying the experience of hanging out with him. But suddenly, I found myself struck with a devious, devilish urge that I just couldn't stop myself from answering, in hopes that he just might hold SOMETHING in that hand and decide to "make" me to stick to the bet. Not like it would take much convincing,.