They’re labelled diapers and that reminds me I’m in America, but they still look the same. They still work the same too. They’re even made by th...e same company for heaven’s sake. All the company does is put a different wrapper around them depending on where they’re going to sell the nappies – or the diapers.”I rolled my eyes at Mum and did up my seat belt.“Why? What else does ‘nappy’ mean?” she asked.“Um! I think it’s rude or something.” I said.To be honest I didn’t know. I just heard it being. Talk about a serious boost to the ego!Theresa was most definitely not a carbon copy of Rachel. She was swarthy, had an appearance of being of Mediterranean origin, with long flowing dark hair, halfway down her back, and brown eyes. Theresa stood about 5 foot two inches in her socks, and weighed just over a hundred pounds.Theresa was a little nervous, she knew that I was very experienced, but this was her first time. I kissed her, she seemed to melt into me, I took the opportunity to lead her to. Love and adoration. It was confusing to see such looks directed at me."I don't care Master. You can drain me every night. I will come to you willingly ... eagerly. Even when I have exhausted my three wishes I will still bare my throat for you."I sighed. "That's the addiction speaking through your lips Maria ... you are already far too enamored with the blood deal."Maria just laughed, "Perhaps," she said. With a mighty shove she repelled me from her and sent me sailing through the air.I was. I went down for breakfast in my crop top, and shorts and I didn’t even care to put on a bra. Anyone who saw me could tell easily that I was in a bad mood.As I moved towards the dining area, I saw a few bags and some parcels by the door. It must be Uncle Sam’s family, I thought to myself. They were supposed to be here yesterday, but they delayed it. I walked past, and as I moved towards the dining table, I dropped my phone.I turned around and groaned as I bent down to pick it up. There I saw.