'Please let it is one of my friends,' she thought to herself. But it wasn't one of her friends; instead she saw an emailed titled, "YOU WERE LATE!"Kim... instantly went weak in the knees and out of panic and fear quickly looked around the store. 'How did he know? Is he watching me now?' But there was no one in the thrift store that Kim could see besides herself and the sales girl. She glanced back down at her phone, and using one of her shaky fingers, opened the new email. SLUT, YOU'RE NOT VERY. As soon as I opened it the overhead light came on bright as day. “Damn!” I hurried to the front of the car and opened the hood. In the dim parking lot lights I wiggled the battery terminal, trying to get a better contact. As I started to close the hood I saw two men standing behind me. “Got some trouble, lady?” one asked. “The battery, but I think it’s alright now” I answered in my best girlie voice. I was betting on a better chance as Samantha, a woman, than as Samantha, a tranny. They walked. One reaches into his plastic bag and pulls a beer off its plastic ring and offers it to me. I call back for him to leave it beside my clothes, which he does, right on top of my skimpy knickers and I can see him lift them for his friend to view. They are young, being imature and excitable, enboldened by the alcohol the one with my knickers tosses them to his friend who sniffs the crotch and thrusts them down his shorts, where they nestle snuggly beside his cock. I close the distance to them by a. Easy prey. Nobody would look for him and he would be able to come back over and over, until the end of time.*****Cassandra was sitting on the study, feeling uneasy. She’d found a manuscript in her grandfather’s old desk and now she couldn’t stop reading. It was so mysterious. It read…“The legend establishes that it came down in a ball of fire hundreds of years ago near the northern woods, but no one can tell for sure. It is said that the creature attacks young women to drink their blood and.