She sat in the chair that Richard had been in, so she could keep an eye on most of the doors, and still look outside at the view. You don't ask me about my lovers, and I won't ask you about yours. She could have AIDS, or hepatitis, but she was a vampire, so she couldn't carry anything, unless you counted vampirism. You can't rape the willing, Richard.
My life is as close to working as it ever has been, I don't want that to go to wrack and ruin, either. If you go too deep, you reach the end of most women. I climbed over Richard's thigh, so I could kneel beside his hip. He settled his hips against my thighs and did a small, powerful movement, somewhere between a wiggle and a push.
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