He didn't need that though when he could already do such awesome manuvers, so quickly.He wandered up to the pool deck, and found Freaky swimming in hi... pool, as usual for this time of day. He sat at the patio table and helped himself to the orange juice that was in the pitcher, pouring it into a clean glass, and waiting for Freaky to finish.Something seemed a little off about the way Freaky was swiming, he seemed to be skim- -ming through the water, and he was swimming faster that he had ever. "Krinan poked her head through the opening. "Dahra, can we talk?"She let out a long sigh. "What do you want, Krinan?"Since yesterday, Dahra was no longer Krinan's subordinate. She was now a special projects coordinator, and had equal status with her. This made being around Krinan slightly more tolerable than before. But not much. At least she now had to knock before entering, thought Dahra."I was wondering how the choosing of your team was going?" said Krinan, as she sidled over to and sat in. “Geez lady, what the hell you doin’ in here?” The shroud slowly slid from a dark mountain of long disheveled hair to reveal two large black eyes made prominent by her pale white complexion. “I thirst,” she mumbled with a barely audible voice.The fight or flight response kicked in even before Stan saw the two sharp points of her fangs protruding into her lower lip. His mouth became “death valley dry” as his mind fervently sought his next course of action. Somehow, this form of theft didn’t. When I write it down, it is almost like reliving it, and then when he posts my story on the net I can reread it knowing that hundreds, if not thousands of people all over the world are reading it with me. When I am alone in the woods or in the basement of some old building or even out on a stretch of abandoned railroad track, knowing that all those people will eventually read all about it is almost like having every one of them there with me watching my nude and bound body.Tech has made some.