. "Hush now..." whispers the Contessa as she lowers and hugs the redhead to her bosum. Now she bites. Now she feeds. Not too much. The Little Cellist...thinks she must be stoned. For in the mirror of the ladies room she can see this exotic dark creature hold her carefully, lovingly, and kiss her neck. But they are hovering six feet off the floor. She knows they are. She sees it. She can see her shoes on the tiles. Pain and pleasure and something else. Abandon.Stefan watches the red-haired second. “Holy fucking shit Kellie!!!”, Kristin exclaimed. She had never said two swear words in a row, as far as Kellie recalled. She was squirming uncomfortably and looked physically distraught. “That isn’t… well… that isn’t… all… from HIM? How is that possible?!? When did that… happen???”, she stammered. “Just a few minutes before you got here! I actually swallowed close to half what you see there. I had to take a shower to get it all off!”, Kellie noticed a look of disappointment on Kristin’s face.. When we got her bags into her apartment, I said, "By the way, I'm Chuck." She offered me her hand and told me her name was Alice. I took her soft hand and gently kissed the top of it.I didn't see Alice again for a few weeks. My work schedule left little time other than a few hours sleep at night. One night, there was a light knock on my door. I opened my door to find Alice standing there, soaking wet. "I locked myself out of my apartment, and the manager is out." she said, "May I come in until. Not evenwhen Lisa pulled one of her hands from Eric's, and gently ran it throughher partner's hair. Eric had always loved it when Lisa stroked her headlike that. It made her feel so safe and comfortable.The kiss ended, and Eric stood dazed for a moment, before furiouslyshaking his head. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get awayfrom this woman, and these memories and the desperate emotions wellingup within him. He had to escape, or something terrible would happen; hewas sure of.