And, I was hungry. I had planned on feeding sometime during the night but would not have been distressed if I had not been able. Myths to the contrary..., a vampire doesn't need blood every night, any more than the amount needed to sustain "life" is every drop in a mortal human's body. Granted, bodily damage requires more blood to heal and, damn it, human blood IS what sustains us, but I shouldn't be this hungry. I felt as if I was starving."Wake upppp, Bridget O'Brien." The voice was male, almost. It is just myself at present. I took a deep breath worried that this might scare him off. How fortunate for me. He said surprising me. And why is that? I said coyly. Because since we met I have longed to share some kind of private moment with you. John walked over to the parlor, and sat himself on the couch, his eyes found mine and he motioned that I should sit next to him. Slowly and with great effort I made myself sit next to him, trying desperately to control my breathing as my heart. As I was walking to my office to grab my purse and stuff for the day, I did get some stares as and looks as past some of my co-workers. But, no one said anything to me about my lack of dress that night. I think the reason for that has a lot to due with the changing culture where nudity is becoming no big deal.It was then, as I was walking out to my office, that I made the bold decision that, as soon as I get in the parking lot, I would throw away all of the clothing that I had worn that day to. What could possibly be going through her mind? They had hours yet of work ahead of them before they could call it a night, and the show opened in 3 days. Stacey liked working backstage, maybe once-upon-a-time she had aspirations to becoming an actress, but not now. Ten years of working behind the scenes and there was still no other thrill like it. Today they were putting her show into a regional theatre. Her show. She loved it, finally the company had trusted her enough, after stage managing.