Let Jean-Claude take the edge off my fear. Give me a few minutes, or the next thing we do will be the last thing we do, and it won't last long. I knew in that moment I could do anything I wanted to him. He was peering under the table.
Jean-Claude didn't ask stupid questions or try to discuss metaphysics. I had to function, to think, to speak, or things were going to get out of hand. She said it like it was just logical. I looked at him, concentrated, and I knew he had fed tonight, on some willing woman.
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