Uncle Charles was owner of a shipyard. What freetime Uncle Charles had away from the shipyard was spent tucked away in his vast library, working on a ...book about a bunch of stuffy old generals according to Kat. The first few weeks went smoothly enough, a few minor skirmishes between the children, a few pranks, but nothing too unbareable. The entire family and staff had been warned about Kats outlandish behavior. Uncle Charles and Aunt Agathas way of handling misbehavior was to completely ignore. Dead, huh? And you’re in charge now? And you’re ... a vampire, Charles? Did you kill Dad?” Chelsea asked me directly.“Yes, twice, in fact. First by draining him after one fight ... and then by staking him after he arose as one of my kind. Once drained and killed, a mortal becomes one of us, though he or she doesn’t emerge until after dusk. I don’t know the rules about underage mortals, though. I didn’t turn vampire until yesterday, so I’m not taking any chances. I will not attempt to turn. “There’s a mattress free over there!” she said. “Come on.” We settled down and started by cuddling and fondling each other. “Tell me your name,” I said. “I am Yū. Well, Yūko, really, but everyone calls me Yū.” “And how old are you, Yū-chan?” “Oh, eighteen,” she said airily. Well, perhaps. But certainly old enough to be fucked! And willing … I ran a finger along the pretty petals of her cunt, then licked it. “Nice,” I said. It was, too. She giggled happily and bent her head till she could caress. They had just about decided that it could never work when Ron dropped a bombshell on them as they Skyped with him. The Pentagon was pushing for Medal winners such as Ron to become recruiting specialists that traveled to college campuses and other places to lift the number of recruits. He had decided to do it saying he knew Shavone would have wanted him too. He would still be based at Lejeune but would travel the country speaking and recruiting and would barrack in different quarters off post..