He knew that was unlikely. This was the last day of the real-life "fantasy camp" the past two weeks had been. In the morning, he would be sent to the ...rookie camp and if he saw Brock Miller again at all it would be from a distance. The same was true with Randi Darby and Meredith Van Landingham and Josh Hart and Al Perez and, probably Fred Hartman and Rafael Mendoza, too. They would be in the high minors, one or two steps from The Show, and he would be at the bottom of the barrel, one or two. Being the gentleman I am, I gladly assisted her and in minutes lay naked kissing her neck and upper chest, while she stroked my shaft. It felt wonderful. I slowly kissed my way to her right breast and skipped the nipple. Sherry turned to try and put my lips to her nipple but I continued to evade it. I then moved to her right breast and kissed all around the sides. She began to hold my head in an attempt to place my kisses on her nipple. Instead, I began to kiss my way down her stomach to her. It was a hundred feet long and forty feet wide. It had been designed to house ten to twelve men. At one end there was a large lounge space and a kitchen galley with two tables that would seat six each. Then there was a big bunkroom at the other end. A large toilet and showers was in the middle and across was what might have been two offices with a complete bath and shower between.The steel plate roof extended over a deck at each end with stainless steel handrails around them. There was a large. Pain worked up and down his body in waves, each hitting his skull and forcing his stomach to squeeze on itself. Trying to make him vomit. Kindred wouldn’t vomit, not like this, but he could still feel his body trying to make it happen.“Azamel’s nightmares spread, vamp. She grows hungry. You don’t even know what I’m talking about and you still defend her?” He almost snarled, but opted for twisting the knife more instead.“Stop! Stop, please!” He wanted to vomit twice over, for saying those words..