"Now what can I do to help? I want to help my man and I'll do anything I'm able to do to help you in this." For starters, just love me and only me. Se...condly, talk to John Stevenson and see if he knows where Sam Goodman, Ted Lorenzo, and Dan Stark are. I think one or all of them are the ones who did this thing. They are the only people with the clout and the anger to frame me for this crime. They all lost more than their jobs when I had them fired. They lost their reputations, and Sam lost his. Diane thought of all the good times she'd had with her sister. They'd gotten close when she was fifteen, and just started dating. Linda was three years older, and although she hadn't dated much, she helped Diane to remain true to her feelings and make good dating choices. Even after Diane finished high school she and Linda remained close. They both lived at home with their parents until Linda moved a couple of hundred miles away to pursue her acting career. A couple of years later Diane moved. "There. How's that." Mmm ... Thanks. It really helps the enema start working." I helped her stand. We embraced and kissed; then she slipped back into her robe. "I have to go, now," she whispered. "Tell Aunt Dora I'll be down in a few minutes."I strolled down the stairs hoping the powerful erection the proceedings in Mae's room had given me wouldn't be too obvious. Sitting across from Aunt Dora I put my left ankle on my right knee and my hands in my lap."Is everything okay up there?" Dora. Life giving, wonderful human blood. She hated and loved it. Her body needed it, desired it, craved it. It was an addiction that no young girl should have to face, worse than any drug, with far worse consequences.She'd only been out of the alley twice since that night. Twice in the last month. That night it all changed. That night a month ago, when he came. He came and took her. She was walking, it was late. He grabbed her. She tried to resist but he was strong. Too strong. Inhumanly strong. It.