Anna left the room on tiptoe. She looked at him as he thrust deeply, his face contorted with pleasure as he watched her riding him. “Better state of mind,” she gasped. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. I am so much obliged to you for your projected benevolence. Kneebone he's not here. My concept of the reluctant vampire sprung from a rabid obsession with medieval history, especially the pre-Renaissance era of the Black Plague. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. “He was no help to the police, just babbled on about how he was going to marry your Mom and how he was in love with her, that they he had lost his true love, Michelle insisted on repeating that to me, ‘He lost his true love.
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