Remember? That I was special and that you loved that about me." Oh, yeah. I do remember that." I saw her brow furrow."Now, pull your dress down." No! ...I'm going to do myself. And you can't stop me. And don't you even try, buster."I lifted from the steering wheel and flattened both hands in retreat."I'm going to think about us fucking when we get back. I want to fuck, Cully. Fuck. Yes, fuck. I like that word." She put her hands in it. "Guys say it all the time. I'm saying it now. Fuck. Fuck.. The hairs on my arm standing up, my body shaking nervously as it was being explored by another's fingers, how erect my nipples were, my cock as stiff as possible and the feeling of it wanting to grow bigger, how tense my body felt as he began to pull on it and then.... I should start at the beginning.I was just over halfway through my first year of middle school when my friend, Tony, invited me to a sleepover. We had only been friends for a month but instantly formed a friendship. We liked. "My man to the rescue," she said quietly. "I love you, you know." She kissed him. When she ended the tender kiss and looked at him, he seemed more quiescent. "It really wasn't her fault," Tanya started to explain."But..." Frank uttered.Tanya held up her fingers to his face, lovingly quieting his outburst."It's how vampires make love," Tanya said. "I believe her when she says she forgot. I suppose I should be flattered that she bit me. It's their way of showing how much they love you." They tear. In the back, in the kitchen area, all of the lights are on. Racks of supplies have been put away, prep tables have been pushed against one wall and stack on top of each other. There’s a decent space on the floor here, and Carrie is standing in the middle of it, arms folded defensively across her chest. Cameras set up around the periphery of the room.Charley sits on one of the kitchen benches, microphone in hand, ready to continue with the interview. “You say this isn’t a sexual thing, but.