” “Call me Christine or Chris, please, and yes it was nice to meet you too. Bye, Ash.” Chris turned to go up the concrete stairs, and Ash watch...d her tight behind wiggle in her shorts. “Walters, Richards, and Van Dyne. I best remember that.” The drive home seemed considerably shorter as she always had a feeling of wholeness when she went out alone like she didn’t always need someone to enjoy herself. She barely gave Ash another thought the whole trip home and was in bed and fast asleep. We drove off as the sky darkened. “It’s just what, Thomas?” I pressed.He didn’t want to say, but I wouldn’t relent. Finally, he gave in to my pestering. “I’ve only kissed a couple of girls before,” he confessed.“What? How is that possible?” I lamented on his behalf. “You’re so nice, and charming, and hot! I figure that the girls would be all over you.”Thomas pondered the floorboard as I took a turn way too sharply. “Well, erm. It’s just that I…I mean, ah,” he was really stammering now.I put a. But that was a happiest time in my life. In course of time I got married and started making sex with my wife only. It was only for some years. I started looking for females and continued once again interest for ladies of my neighborhood. Once I was alone in my house on a Sunday. My family had gone for a picnic, and that day I had some office work to do, so I stayed in house as usual. Our housemaid had come to do her daily work. I let her in and she came and started cleaning. I was in my room. Let me pass."The two men shared a look then the closest pushed open the gate wideenough for Alexandru to lead his horse through."Shut the gate, quickly," he said, and catching the infection perhaps ofAlexandru's obvious fear, the man did as he was bidden, pulling thegates closed with a darting glance through and lowering the beam thatlocked it.Alexandru allowed a moment for succour, but only a moment. He did notthink mere gates would keep out the Whispering Death, no matter how highor thick.