“I was feeling lonely and needed some company,” was her smiling answer as she took another sip of her glass. “Well,” I said. “I am company, ...nd you are free to use this company as you see fit.” There was a hint of naughtyness in my eyes as I said it and she bit her lower lip and seemed to ponder on some thought. Then without warning she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the men's room in the back of the bar.”This is getting interesting, Melissa thought as she looked up from the magazine and. Wow. At four hundred and fifty years old (give or take) I don't usually get that carried away but boy would I like to trade neck nibbles with him.Anyway, here's my point. Vampires are not generally classed in the solid citizen group. You don't see them as friends. You'd be out picketing if one tried to move into your neighborhood. Although there are a few exceptions to the rule, believe it or not, most of us would just as soon raid blood banks if we could and we rarely, extremely rarely kill. I pushed my ram up until it touched her lower lip. "You could swallow it," I suggested."No," she sobbed, wiggling from side to side as I continued to stroke between her plush young mounds. "Please stop. I'm all wet."I dismounted, walked awkwardly to the window and waved at her to come beside me. She stood, letting her nightdress fall to the floor and tip-toed into my arms, looking down at my rigid stalk. It jumped, pointing up toward the stars. "Stroke it," I said. She looked up at me with some. It was about five miles out of town, set back in woodland leading to Sommersdale lake. My hope was that, because the location was so remote, I would avoid running into any familiar faces. The thought of having to explain myself, or invent a story, was my worst nightmare.My phone pinged. It was Michael.“Hi. Before we meet, I thought it would be fun if we were allowed to ask each other one question. We must tell the truth. What is your biggest fantasy?”I knew immediately what mine was. It.