At last Cassi had fallen into a fitful sleep but Linda had held her close and kissed her fevered brow throughout the night."I just don't get it," said... Cassi, looking up to Larry with a puzzled expression, "she said..." Wait a minute. You said this "vampire" had a cock." I'll say," responded Cassi, the image of what she had glimpsed briefly last night momentarily sending a chill of both fear and excitement through her."But you said the voice was feminine." Yes, low and in control and at the same. An idea came to him, slipping quietly into his consciousness. He turned it over in his mind, exploring the idea...yes. It felt right; the more he considered it the more it fit."It is the bowl." And what does that mean?'"It means..." on the right track, now; he -must- be. He spoke slowly and with deliberation, tasting the words as they came out. "It means...life, giving. In the bowl, the food is put, and out of it comes nourishment. When we give, the bowl is full." And what else does the bowl. "They put their canteens away and continued walking. Through meadows of Giant Red Paintbrush and Mountain Phlox they passed, Gina amazed at all the color they observed as they hiked. The red tips of the Paintbrush, the pale lilac to white flowers of the Phlox, to the blue or purple hooded flowers of the Blue Monkshood. They even stopped and observed a herd of Mule Deer. The males standing a good four feet at the shoulders with antlers spaced evenly apart, the does slightly smaller, and even a. I held his waist and pulled slightly, and he moved again. I enjoyed having him move around when on my lap. It added to his embarrassment and enforced my control. “Good boy” I said, knowing he hated being treated like a child, even more so with Susie watching. I tapped his bottom a couple of times. “So Peter, what about the car?” “I am very sorry Jackie, really.” I lifted my arm, and brought the wooden back of the brush down hard on his bottom. He was gasping at each hit. I made sure.