The glamoring effort paid off rather handsomely, as she gladly received my blood and eagerly gave me hers to drink in turn. I had yet another happy mi...ion, ready to serve me, now. Of course, that was the moment when Deputy Kenya Jones happened to walk outside the Sheriff’s Department office and catch me offering my blood to Rosie. She glared daggers at me and walked over to me as if to bust me giving the police operator an illegal substance (which V was, even if just my own). I smirked and. Charles nearly fell over as the thrill of her touch overwhelmed his senses.Suddenly around the corner Mrs Fanshawe - Smythe and Charles’ mother Baroness Easterleigh appeared deep in conversation.“My god,” Charles gasped.“Oh my lord!” Mrs Fanshawe - Smythe gasped.“Oh my god, Charles desist you will go blind!” the Baroness gasped, both at the audacity and at the size of Charles’ manhood.“Leave him alone at once,” Mrs Fanshawe ordered.“No, he will go blind, on your back girl, spread your legs show. But he was a cute Neanderthal, so I smiled at him.“Thank you. I needed that.” I shook my ass a little extra as I walked away to reward him for his words.The Neanderthal ended up following me to the check out and then into the parking lot. As it turned out, he was parked next to my car. He was cute guy, but I wondered if the mercury in his diet had affected his speech center.“Excuse me. I want to apologize for my behavior in there. The truth is that I find you very attractive in a way I have. . It wasn't the first time Miranda had wished her glasses were photosensitive as the wind stung her eyes into tearing up, but that morning ranked fairly high upon the list. The sun above seemed as cold, and harsh as the stiff breeze off of the water, yet its blinding rays of pale yellow light seemed far more offensive than the icy chill that cut through her Fall courier jacket as she rode her mountain bike recklessly down the front porch steps."I hate days like this," she muttered rhetorically,.