“I just,” you stammer, “You moaned and… I mean… Damn. That was fun.”“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Trish mutters, “You’re certainly ...never going to get to do that again.”“Unless you have to borrow more sugar,” you joke.“Trust me,” Trish laughs uncomfortably, hobbing to the counter to grab the jar of sugar, “I will just buy more sugar next time.”“Awww,” you bawl jokingly, “But you have a whole fresh thigh, waiting to be beaten like the other one!”Trish turns to you and glares.“Only next time, I am. I don't want Sheepy-Poo's hind legs getting cold. Sheepy-Poo looked sooo good. Didn't you Sheepy-Poo? Yes, good Sheepy-Poo...Pete: Will you let up, it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: People! People! Calm down. Let's act like civilized humans. Go on, Bob.Bob: Thank you. Anyway, Sheepy-Poo looked so good dressed as a schoolgirl in her plaid skirt that I took pictures of me and Sheepy-Poo and put them on the net. She looked even better than in her. “You do not think Jack has been honest with me, about the curse?”“I think he’s more concerned with keeping you happy, and safe. What he’s shared about his curse, is probably only what he felt necessary.”With a long groan, she stepped passed the meeting table, and instead took a stand by the grand window overlooking her city. “I suspect you are correct. But do not underestimate my little Ventrue. He will either bear his burden, or expose his need when it is required.” Ventrue hubris would not. "Have you done this before?" I asked in all innocence."Yeah a bit," she admitted."Where?" I asked somewhat intrigued."Oh a modelled a bit when I was at college," she said off hand, "just to help with my fees." Oh," I responded, I was even more intrigued now and wanted to know more but she seemed reluctant to offer any more information.I didn't push her then but I had these visions in my mind of her posing for some degenerate photographer and doing disgusting things for him. In truth I had no.