“Sorry, honey. Can you forgive me?” she asked with a guilty look.“Sue, darling, there’s absolutely nothing to forgive. That’s one of the man... reasons why I love you so much. You’re one of the most loving and kind people I know, and that’s why Donovan and I are so lucky to have you in our lives. Honey, you can’t just turn it on and off. You spent two evenings with a really nice guy who shared his pain, and all the time we were playing our little game. A game that I started, and things just. Yet they sit around lounging in their fancy mansions, having all the flirty romance they want. Drinking and watching cheesy love movies with cute actors, and I just get to sit in this freezing rain, trying to lick the mud out of my damned fur. Fucking vampires and their fucking good looks. We get the long shaggy hair, the dark angry faces, the sharp teeth and the raggy clothes. We get left on the street to die, to steal cars and TV's just to get enough money to buy a loaf of stale bread and a. Our mother and father had been killed in a traffic accident that morning. They were here to take us to their home.My Uncle Vito and his wife were not really relatives of ours. Uncle Vito was actually my mother's god father, but he was all the relation we had. And he was making sure that my sister and I had a loving home to go to.Actually Uncle Vito didn't have a home, he had an estate, but as a kid I didn't understand the difference. Uncle Vito's "house" was on 20 acres of lush grass in the. "Your name?" she asked the man, trying not to stare at his bulging codpiece."James, Miss," he said. "Your pleasure?" Yes, James, sexual congress; come and make love to me." She was proud that her voice was steady, and she crossed her legs and watched him disrobe quickly, tossing his uniform on the room's only chair. He sat to pull off his boots and then turned his back toward her to pulled down his britches and multi-strapped underwear, designed to help him keep his erect penis upright when he.