I started to dream that a sexy bare chested vampire man was standing in the dark corner of my room and started walking towards the bed and climbed ont...o it His hands were ice cold as he slid them up underneath my nightie, up my smooth thighs and the way he was doing it sent shivers down my spine. Not of terror but of pleasure.I looked down and looked at his handsome face with blonde hair slicked back and the bluest of eyes I'd ever seen.The vampire looked up at me "you like, my dear?" he asked,. ? She told me in a flat tone, delivered with even a flatter look on her face. She was sizing me up and at the same time, trying to maintain her dignity. Dignity is a strange thing to women. This one views me as powerful and I am. But she also thinks I’m the lowest form of life on the planet. Be nice to the lowlife, the pervert. How genteel. I may be, too, all that and more. I trade in flesh. I am the first link in the White Slave chain store. Now I find myself interviewing a genuine,. ” I kept on doing this as my mind drifted away. How did I end up like this? Just minutes ago I was driving down the interstate, music blaring, trying my best not to fall asleep. If it hadn’t been for the blue lights I would have never noticed the cop pulling me over. At first I hesitated to stop, it was very dark outside with few lights around, but it would be miles until the next exit. I couldn’t have let him follow me that long. With caution I pulled over to the side of the road. My mind. It wasn’t hard to guess which one I was going to sit at.?Welcome to my interview room,? Ginger said as she closed the door behind us. ?I’ll conduct your entry and exit interviews here and we might visit here on other occasions as well if the need be. Have you been in an Education Center before??I had to swallow before answering since my throat was dry.?No.??Ok, I’ll give you the entire rookie speech while I’m untying you,? Ginger said and indeed started to undo the boxtie I had been locked in.