After the death of his mother, Linden bounced between relatives, losing count of the number of schools and social circles he passed through. Not that ...e was much of a butterfly in the first place. Painfully shy around other kids, he kept mostly to himself and spent a great deal of his after school times absorbed in cartoons and Ding-Dongs. All of the moving around and changing schools only served to reinforce his sense of separation from them. It seemed that as soon as he got settled somewhere,. It was quiet. Behind the mansion was the edge of the city, and the rocks and sand of the desert. Secluded. The perfect place to be a scary Ventrue with a host of ghouls and thralls guarding his home twenty-four seven.But he wasn’t an elder. Creating and maintaining thralls was draining. Creating and maintaining ghouls was even more draining, supposedly. If he created them, it wouldn’t be from his own power, it’d be from the curse. Sounded like a recipe for disaster.Back out in the night air,. I remember they once came to visit on a Saturday evening when I was five years old. When they arrived to my house Jessie’s suntan pantyhose contained several runs and significant snags. I was fascinated by the runs as it was the first time I can recall ever seeing runsAs Jessie sat in the kitchen and Mom got refreshments together, I began to trace my fingers and hands up and down the runs and all over her sheer pantyhose. Mom told me to stop but Jessie laughed and said “he can’t possibly hurt. As a matter of fact, a couple of times when I came home early from work,Jana was giving my wife a full body massage.Karen said it was the perfect touch following a hard workout and beforeshe headed to her night work shift. My only concern was why my wife wascompletely nude under a small, and I mean small, like a hand towel. Thetowel was moved along Karen tight little body as Jana continued tomassage all of wife's "tight" muscles. It seemed the "towel" somehowlegitimatize a "non" full nude body.