I couldn't shake the idea that she had deep thoughts about serious things, like sex, but of course, that couldn't be it. We had kissed a few times, bu...t nothing suggested anything better was likely to happen, even though I was sure her thoughts were about her body. She was a dancer, and she was quite good. She was studying with the world-class troupe in NYC that was only for the exceptionally talented. She was the latest in a series of dancers I had been involved with who were all deeply. He held his arms wide as if requesting an embrace. Iwalked over to him, hugged him and kissed him gently on the forehead. Whywas I feeling so lost, so alone? Sam didn't have his antennae up andhadn't a clue as to my mood, or so I thought."Joan, I'm fine. Are you all right?" I couldn't shake the sad smile thatseemed glued to my face. I tried as hard as I could to think happythoughts. It wasn't working. "I'm fine Sam," I said as I kissed him on the forehead yet again. "Whatwould you like for. Let me describe him first of all, he was about 55 years old, slim build, nice mustache on an attractive face, about the same height as myself at 5ft 6inches and very smartly dressed. I am British, aged 52 also of slim build, and clean shaven and I was dressed in T-shirt and trousers as is the norm here.We started talking and he found out I lived here now and I found out he had been here on business for the last two days but now was just waiting for his flight home on the Sunday morning. After a. Shireen Baratheon was NOT going to burn, no matter what.“So, look what the bat dragged in!” Maxine sneered as she noticed a large party of vampires entering Merlotte’s.“Urban legends won’t save you, Maxine,” I called her out by name, which made her turn very pale.I could see the wheels turn in her brain ... was I psychic like Sookie Stackhouse?Speaking of Sookie, she also stared at me now, as if trying to read my mind.“Take it easy, Sook. You can’t read a vampire’s mind and you know it,” I.