“Well, after the meeting we went out to eat and stuff, then went over to somebody’s house. I just didn’t think to call,” I lied smoothly. Most...of it was true. Usually after the sci-fi meeting we’d go to some unlucky restaurant making too much noise - geeks in a crowd will tend to do that, and I’d give somebody a ride home.“Hm. Well, next time, call,” my wife said.Whatever, bitch. I finished drinking some juice. “Sorry, hon. I gotta go.”A week later, and it was another sci-fi meeting. Jennifer. Matthew the giant, and Arturo the devil; and, also quite huge. The tiny Mekhet disappeared between them, and she smiled a little smile as she took a slow breath through her nose in the proximity of their bodies. She could smell the arousal.Much of the night had been spent looking at half-naked men, women, and then eventually completely naked men and women, the humans being brought up to orgasm for the joy of the Kindred feeding on them. Supposedly, you could taste it in the blood. And she had. Of course I was drawn into their excesses, as I watched men drop their facades and become vile over a beautiful nymphomaniac, their excesses were fodder for my mother, and with their heightened senses, I could feel they were smelling my heat, an uncontrollable heat emanating from my ever warming lubrication's, their nostrils flaring as my teenage odors wafted amongst them, like vampires seeking warm blood, they knew of my existence, they just needed to find me, and drag me amongst them.They set. You'd just be squawked out anyway." No, go on. I can handle it. I'm an adult."Sam raised her eyebrows at him, pausing to give him a chance to change his mind. When he didn't, she shrugged. Not like she didn't give him a choice."We talked about bleeding from our–" The last word was drowned in Spencer's song ("la-la-la-la-la-la-la…") as he walked out of the kitchen with his fingers up his ears. Sam snuck up to his bedroom door, waited for him to go quiet and yelled: "–VAGINAS!" Hearing his.