Needs that if not fulfilled, will lead to her emanate demise.” One of her canines elongates over her lip as she continues, her teeth clenched �...Shan I’m going to die in less than an hour if I don’t feed.”“You want mine or something else’s?”“If I wanted to risk killing you I wouldn’t have told you anything. Please Shan… You have to hurry…”“Drink.” He cuts a small slice down his arm and puts it before Anisa’s lips “I promise you’ll have never tasted richer…” A tear slides slowly down. Three weeks later, I celebrated my twenty fifth birthday, still in my wheelchair, but able to walk enough to get from the bed to the bathroom or from the kitchen to the living room as long as there was a chair available right away. Mom ordered a beautiful lemon chiffon birthday cake with lemon crème frosting. She’d had my image put on it surrounded by lavender blossoms, and of course, the requisite ‘Happy Birthday.’ Mom gave me a red silk blouse and pale yellow teddy. Jennifer gave me a gold. I remember I was sitting in the living room of our apartment watching some show on TV about a group of buddies that lived in New York. Anyway, Daddy went into the kitchen and I heard him pouring himself some whiskey like he always did when he got home. Then he brought it into the living room with me and he watched the television with me for a while. I remember saying, 'Daddy, do you wanna start early tonight?' He knew what I meant. I kinda just wanted to get it over with. He looked at me and he. ” With an excited, exasperated, exhilarated, frustrated, confused sigh, she timidly fans out the lacy panties and holds them for my inspection. “Thank you. Now put them in your purse.” She quickly snatches the panties from open view and crams them back in her bag. All the while, scanning for anyone who might be sending too much attention our way. I point to the wall next to her, “Now, lean back right there, pull up your skirt and show me your pussy.” Her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate.