“Broken!” she cried back.He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.“I love you!” he mouthed the words to her.She nodded. “I know.”The wind ...whipped water from her eyes. Was she crying, Jake wondered. He thought he knew. Then he had an idea. It was a desperately slim chance, but it could work!“Bite me!” he shouted.“How can you say that!” she screamed at him. “I love you!”“Don’t be stupid!” he shouted back. “You’re a vampire. Do what vampires do! You need the strength!”“No!” she screamed.“Damn. .. I'd let him fuck me... if that's what you wanted."He yanked his away and slapped her ass again. "That's not good enough, Allie. We both know what I want. I want you to tell me what YOU want."She groaned in frustration. "You knoww-w what I want."He spoke lovingly in her ear, softly stroking the pink blush of her ass. "Say it, Allie. I need you to say it. Say it for us."And then she did. "I WANT him to FUCK me." Smiling, he beckoned me closer. I stood at the foot of the bed, watching as she. She took it pretty well and evenpurchased a few items for me, but was never really enthusiastic. We alsohad a conventional sex life, which I enjoyed along with my secret fantasylife. When we had children, she told me I had to stop while they were inthe house growing up, and I did, but the desire never left. When theywere grown and out of the house, I carefully broached the subject ofdressing up again. She was kind and understanding, but said it made heruncomfortable and simply did not want. Are you ok?” “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just a lil’ sore. I’ll be fine.” “Ok. Go on back up to your section. We’ll send someone up there with some drinks for you and your friends in a few minutes. Ok?” “That’d be great. Thanks guys.” “I can’t believe you did that for me. And they didn’t arrest you. I think you have a lil’ more pull than you say you do.” “I don’t like the drunk guys who come in here. They give all guys a bad name. They come in here and think just because a female is openly bi.