I sold what few family heirlooms I still clung to in a failed attempt to save his mother ... if only I had known the veterinarian was so incompetent ...... but I was out of choices.The Smittes were happy to take a pup, but from the day I gave him to the neighbors across the wall, he kept trying to find his way back to me and my pathetic tent.Never having even been on a date, tired of a world of shallow people, I wallowed in my own misery. Krystal, Samuel's mother, meant more to me than my own. Now I need a drink.” I snapped my fangs at her threateningly and she shrunk back.“Bring me James.” I snarled. Linda rushed from the room, and came back with her husband. He saw my fangs and blinked in confusion, and Linda pushed him forwards. I grabbed his wrist lifted it, and then tore into it, drinking enough blood to sate my thirst whilst leaving him plenty to live. He staggered back when I released him. My fangs retracted into my gums. James slumped against the wall, blinking dizzily.“Good. OK wait for me to signal you and we'll start," as Karen set the cameras going and motioned Sally to start and just stood watching her young protégé.In no time at all Sally was naked and displaying herself as she ran her hands all over her breasts and tummy until they were between her legs and she rubbed her fingers over her pussy then licking her fingers. Karen was making silent clapping motions and nodding her head. Karen was now stripping as well, as Sally turned her back to the camera opened. It had been mailed to my publisher, who had forwarded it on to me. When I opened it, I found that it had been written by one Mademoiselle Madeline Du Bois. Now, I had never met Ms. Du Bois, and yet she wrote as though we were old friends. In fact, as I read on, she hinted that we had been more than friends. She wrote that she would be visiting Paris in a few days, and she was hopeful that I could meet her there. I was fascinated! Who could this woman be? I assumed that she must have read some.