Even though you were dying in my arms you found the strength to open your eyes and ask me to stake you too, rather than let you become like him."Yes, ... remembered. He'd brushed the hair away from eyes and promised to keep me from becoming a vampire. I nodded at him because my throat was swollen shut with fear."Do you remember me slicing my wrist and making you drink my blood? Then I took some of yours?"Again, I nodded. I remembered."Do you remember what happened next?"I did. I wasn't sure I. . fuck me!" But the words were stuck in herthroat. She couldn't believe that he could be socruel; after all, hadn't he plied her with liquor andbrought her to his room to make love to her... ? Why wouldn't he do it, if he had beaten her, whymust he torture her so now? "Beg me, baby," he grinned, his lips curled backover his teeth. "I know you want it!" "Please... please..." she gushed. "Don't makeme say it. Don't make me say it, Roger, please!" "Please what?" he teased through grinning lips. "I. When Siobhan re-commenced her story, her voice was flatter, subdued. She spoke of constant travel, tension and pressure. She’d sampled drugs, but made a deliberate decision to stick to a little wine, and coffee. She spoke of other girls she’d known and what she’d seen happen to them. Eventually, she got to her relationship with Casey Sharp; he’d seemed to be charming and sincere. She’d been flattered that such a popular and well-known character had been interested in her; intensified when he’d. ..Sex Fantasy TV, A Play (Sixth stab at humor)Scene 1: A television studio set sometime in the future. Three couples are seated in front of the main TV camera. The show's host is standing in front of them with a stage behind the host. On the stage are prizes for the contestants. A studio audience is observing the goings on.Characters:Peter Long: Sharply dressed middle-aged man. He is the host of the show.Debbie: Shapely, young woman in a sequined dress. She points to the prizes on the stage.The.