”“Good, take me to them, this is going to be interesting!”Melissia found herself staring at a very red faced proconsul and a seething Fulvia.“...ou little bitch, you will die screaming in hell for what you have done this day.” Petronius Arius was mortified by the circumstances he now found himself in, as was Fulvia.“Well considering that has been your intention all along Arius I do not think anything has changed much do you?”The proconsul glared at her and detested her smugness. “So what is it. .not all woman, when there is a camera…Then he put his hand around her neck. She felt for the maze tucked down her sock. Still there, she could get it out any second.“Open my..jeans...”“Just.. for picture?” she asked. He nodded violently. Her one hand were still on the tiny canister while she gently pulled his zipper down. She told herself that she would only pose with his his penis. After all, it was very unlikely that she would even have her photo taken, holding a stiff cock. Her hand went. Three sunbeds were strategically spread around the large patio that beautifully complemented Florence’s house. Inconsiderately, Florence immediately claimed the largest, and unexpectedly, she lifted her pyjama top above her head, folding it to use as a head rest. “Gotta tan my boobs!” remarked Florence, rubbing them in her hands, in a seductive, but jokey way.For minutes, Ellie just gazed across the garden, observing and admiring Florence’s exceptional beauty, not only in her bare breasts but. Sleeping maybe? Or comatose? She looked like hell, but she would not die, no matter how long they left her up there.“So, what about creating a zombie corpse version of Minerva, and jamming her soul in there?”The darkness chuckled. “A walking corpse is not a vampire. Many would consider it a fate worse than death.”That, was a point worth considering. What would someone think, or feel, if they suddenly woke up a zombie corpse? Vampires were undead, true, but like the spirit said, they weren’t.