Jessy was Michael’s childe, a Gangrel, and his right hand for the Invictus; she was just a bloodthirsty animal. Natasha on the other hand was a Mehk...t, and served as Maria’s right hand. Only Maria knew who Natasha’s sire was.The three right hands and their three masters. They stood in the top floor of Xnomina, with a gigantic touch-screen on the wall. The masters were not good with keyboards, or texting, but they were quite comfortable managing complicated webs of notes, photos, hints and. Before long, they were actively adding to his plan.Jake thought that if every guy had workout partners like Debbie and Angie there would be a fitness revolution. Angie now matched him stride for stride on their runs. She was a natural and the practice made her better. They were now doing six miles in less than forty minutes. Cool-downs with Angie were an adventure. She had lost most of her self-conscious modesty and seemed to enjoy pulling off her top for Jake to check for nonexistent chafing.. His teeth sought something to hold onto and they came down on her elbow. She shrieked and while the bite wasn’t hard enough to draw blood it was shocking enough that she was unable to get off the ground and scurry away from Sage. He growled, his red rocket swaying under him. “M-mister M-Mark please I-I just want to go home I-I’m sorry I came here.” She was crying as she was trying to pry the dog’s teeth off of her arm. He wouldn’t let go. “Well I’m not. Sage isn’t either. Aint that right. Throwing the light blanket off himself, he fumbled as he walked over to the cell corner, his body still drugged with sleep. Pressing his face against the bar, he responded in a whisper "I'm here." The fucking shit worked. I woke up in a cunt's body - some wanta-be artist named Bell. I went through her pocketbook and found her driver's license. She's from Utah, but it sure don't look like Utah outside the house." Good. Do you know how long you were in her body?" Nah, I got so excited with being.