My ears perked up as I heard them talking about the Goth in the red dress, my wife. I noticed my wife had a full drink in her hand all night and that...she was clearly on her way to being drunk. As Matt and Tony kept throwing down the shots I watched Anna happily being seduced by several men. I danced with a few more women as I left Anna to it. I was so carried away that I failed to notice that my wife and the vampire had left the room. Quite a few couples had retired to their rooms and I. " Samatha replied."Well bring it and we'll find Miss Thompson," Miss Bryant suggested, "Shall we go?"They made their way through several security doors and down labyrinthine corridors towards Miss Thompson's office.Miss Thompson was a no nonsense woman, fifty maybe, straight backed, small breasted ex Womens Royal Army Corps, her dark hair tied in a severe bun, and she spoke with an upper class military English accent which perfectly matched her pale English complexion."Has she started. It just had to be some sort of cunning trap on her jealous husband's part.But what about the mangled bra and panties upstairs, and her vibrator and the ropes on the bed? Had Buzz flipped his lid finally and tied Sylvia down and raped her with the vibrator?That didn't make sense, either, not with Buzz's enormous prick. In spite of his crazed vendetta against freako-pussy-eating-perverts and dope-infested-virgin-fucking-bastards, Buzz Watkins could do anything her vibrator could do, and better.. He enjoyed her cry of pain. That bitch sent him and his pals to prison years ago. She had to be punished. It was easy to catch her. All he needed was patience. Following the news about her appears, he made a map of her presumed patrols. Now he arranged the suicide attempt with trying to jump from the building. Stupid bitch was there, of course, saving him. When they were down, on the floor, he expressed his gratitude, asking her for the autograph. She agreed and when she tried to get a card.