Sam had pulled down the cup of my bra to suckle me. “I’ll be out after I get dressed.”“I’m gonna go down to the book store for a coffee. I a...ready know you want a hot chocolate. If I see Sam out here I’ll ask her if she wants something.”“Oh, Sam wants something all right,” she whispered against my wet nipple.I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud and giving us away. Sam moved back up to my lips, but we were smiling too hard to kiss. “Did I mention you get to sleep with me in my. “So It will depend on what is available.”“I can show you the list of what was ordered if that will help you,” he told us reaching behind the counter and pulling out several sheets of paper. He looked through them before handing two of the sheets to us. We had been looking at the list for several minutes when an older woman entered the store.“Good morning, Mrs. Schelton,” the man said to her.“Mr. Winnelson, why is this ... this ... this vagrant in your store?” the woman demanded in a high. Some told her she looked like a porcelain china-doll, a princess of the night. Her hair was naturally black like her mother’s. She streaked it with pink strands with the intention of appearing Gothic. She was an illusionist, drawing attention to one hand while deceiving with the other — no one would ever guess, she was vampire. She liked human culture, cosmetics and fashion. She took particular delight in styling her mother’s hair when called upon to do so. She was studious having read all the. Or she.What is so rare as a day in June? Well, I suppose the next day. And the day after ... never mind. Besides, it was night, around ten.I was June-swooning my way back home after a pleasant evening in Excelsior Springs. A resort town about half an hour north of KC. I had been arranging a surprise birthday party for Pilar. Sweet Fifteen. Sixteen will have to wait for a few months. Twelve, if you’re counting. Or if you’re not.The associate manager of The Elms had put together a nifty weekend.