.. You do what you think is best. Mona takes a sleeping-pill so she'll be all right and I can as well get up and do some work of my own."I forgot to t...ll Mona about Walter's arrangement and just mentally shrugged my shoulders when he came into the bedroom the next morning. I took my clothes in my hands and left the room.While I cooked my morning-coffee I decided to invite Walter to join me since I didn't have anything pressing to do. I went upstairs and was about to enter the bedroom when. .. Oh, yeah ... Never mind what I thought!" What?" He chuckled and smiled with amusement as he caught up. "Oh no! No ... God! I wasn't ... Can we start again?" Yeah, maybe." I nodded, having managed to embarrass us both."I'm Lance." He put out his well manicured hand. "Would you like to dance with me?" Hi. I'm Gina and no, thank you," I replied with a giggle. "I don't really want to dance." Okay." He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb, putting his mouth close to my ear. "Would you like. She felt weird whenever she saw a person walk by, all clean-shaven and, if they had long hair, their hair pulled back in a ponytail so their necks were uncovered. Why would someone’s neck make her so hungry? First she figured it was hormones, but then again, she knew she wasn’t gay or lusting at the time. Her lips would dry and she would lick them, smelling blood. Blood. The thought of blood made her hungry, but there were no such things as vampires, were there? She had to be sick. The young. You feel firm and warm. As I lay my hand on it, slowly stroking it through the fabric, I can feel it swell and harden. It is longer and thicker than mine. I roll a finger over its tip. The covering fabric is warm, wet and slick. Your need is mine too. I ease ourselves apart. We look at each other and smile while I continue to massage you. You lean back on the lounge and slide your hips forward. Standing up, I move between your stretched out legs. Your skirt lifted up to your hips, I can see.