He sat on his knees to her side, putting his warm hand onto a little smear of cum near her boob and rubbing it into the skin. Youre still ready to go ...or something? she asked incredulously. Hell yeah, he replied, sliding his hand down her body to her hips and across her belly. Damn. She couldnt believe what she was feeling as that smooth, rough hand of his pushed its way past the side edge of her panties and onto her pussylips. She looked up at him and he still had that serious look on his face.. Just an intense explosion of vomit underneath her mask, all completely held in her mouth by all the gagging cloth. Retching sound after retching sound, and she's choking on it because it's all held in tight. "You better fucking swallow," I laugh. She struggles against my hand holding her nose, thrashing her head around. So I unclench the fist of my other hand, still buried in her pussy, and wrench it out hard, her vagina almost feeling like it will turn inside out to follow my hand. Her breath. They stepped over the half-conscious women and clashed. Rosa slashed with the bolt, her hand trailing smoke. Abigail twisted her body, moving, dodging.Rosa had enhanced strength and reflexes, but she was new to fighting. Abigail knew her body. She had spent over a decade fighting vampires as a regular human. Her transformation had honed her instincts and skills to deadly perfection.But Rosa had a weapon.The bolt blurred as it sought to find Abigail's flesh. The vampiress darted back then. Suddenly, the clouds in her thinking parted and she had the answer."I'll call Granny Safi!" she said to no one in particular.Although she'd found the answer, finding Granny proved frustratingly difficult. Arabella spent the morning on the phone trying to locate Granny. Finally, with the time for the lunch shift drawing close, Arabella dialed the FEMA office. Felicia, Simon's secretary, answered and sounded overjoyed to hear from her.Questions shot back and forth as the two women caught up with.