She held her hand under the flow, adjusting it several times before beckoning to me, barely making eye contact as she did.Demurely, she washed me, kee...ing her eyes on the ground. Her small hands were deft, thorough, and very arousing. I didn’t just stand there, though. I fondled, carressed, pinched, and poked the girl’s body. By the time she was done, I was hard again.I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She followed me out and gestured at the towel, so I let her have it. Gently,. It was wild, exciting, and exhausting.Emotionally exhausting that is, physically I had no problem with it.Ava usually didn’t participate; “You young people are far too energetic for me.” she said. The problem was that I wasn’t really interested in Gladys, even though she was sexy and fun. I spent my days with Ava, and at night it was the old woman that I wanted to hold in my arms, her mouth I wanted to push my tongue into. The arrangement made sense of course; Gladys and I suited each other. I’m sure that as you do, you’ll see one that reminds you of you. All those pretty dolls, smiling back at you without a thought in their empty plastic heads. Don’t they look happy? Don’t they look peaceful? I’m not saying you’d want to be a doll for me all the time, but just look into those blank, glass eyes for a while and think about how nice it would be to be an empty-headed dolly for a little bit. ‘Imagine how nice it would be to just stare, looking straight ahead without having to focus. “Elizabeth is dead. I don’t expect you to care, but you should know. She still talked about you sometimes.”Chann felt a jolt of shock. Deep down, he’d known it would happen sooner or later: there was no place in the modern world for someone like Elizabeth. She had been a true vampire, in the oldest tradition: elegant, refined, brilliant, and heartless. No, he thought, not entirely heartless: She’d loved him, once, just as much as he’d loved Anne. All three of them had loved each other. It was.