He sat on the couch behind me, I was sitting in a fold-out chair we had been using. I was staring intently at the TV leaning forward and, without know...ing it, exposing the small of my back to him. I started to feel this odd sensation, a sort of tickling/scratching sensation on the small of my back. I soon realized it was his finger tracing back and forth slowly on my back. I froze, my breath caught in my throat but I said nothing. Perhaps realizing that I had noticed, but not stopped him, he. We were a million milesaway from Delacroix High, after all. And my skin felt really cool andclean, though, and I kind of liked that. A little bit of trepidation atthe door, kind of like when you get ready to jump into a swimming poolyou know is going to be just one or two degrees above freezing (or atleast it'll feel that way at first) and then we were out the door andthere was no going back without coming across as a complete baby.Every step down the hallway to the elevator took us farther. He bent his head slowly towards Vera’s exposed throat. Her heart was pounding and she let out a little moan of pleasure when his lips touched her sensitive skin. He moved his mouth right over her jugular, feeling her life’s blood pulse beneath his lips and tongue. Lucien bit gently at the skin of her neck, making Vera gasp and shiver. She hardly dared move with his powerful jaws so close to her throat but she trusted him. He kissed and bit his way down her long neck and nosed his way into her. Bill reflected on his situation as he sat in the passenger seat of the car. He had lost his wife to illness a little over two years ago. Their social life had mostly revolved around her family. Bill had moved up to the N.Y. area a long time ago with his job. All his relatives were still down south. He gradually lost touch with his in-laws and felt funny calling them since his wife passed. He was thankful his friend Sam, a divorced guy he knew from work, gave him a call and invited him.