It tore into me. Feeding on her would only satisfy one element. I wanted more of her, but I couldn't ask that. I closed my eyes as if the simple act w...ould block the thought that invaded every ounce of my senses. But you could. The hunger gnawed at me. However, once I tasted of her blood, she would be nothing more and I would once again wander about, as lonely as I had ever been before. Grace was different. I was not wholly convinced of the 'living heart' as my former lover had worded herself,. My best friend wasNadia, who was a dyed platinum blonde in the tradition of Marilyn Munroe- same hairstyle, same body. One day she explained to me that femalemasturbation was empowering, while male masturbators were - well, theywere wankers! She said I needed to do it a lot, so that when I finallygot a bloke, I could have satisfying sex, even if he couldn't keep it up.And, why the hell didn't I have any bloke I wanted, she asked, as I wasgorgeous, well dressed, a top student. Why did I rebuff. .. Anyway, there must not be anyone else in the apartment or they would have answered the bell. It wasn't the front door, she saw, so there must be a service entrance somewhere. Swiftly in her bare feet she padded through the dining room, a pantry, then a really sumptuous kitchen with every possible labor-saving device in it, and a whole battery of beautifully polished copper pots and pans."Who is it?" she called out hesitantly at the back door. Unfortunately there wasn't any peephole to look. Buhat kosish kay baad bhi car start nehin hoi. Phir sira nay mujh say kaha bahar ja kar dekho shayad koi wire nikal gaya ho. Dostoon bahar sakth sardi uper say barish aur wo zalim aurat mujh say bahar nilal nay ko kah rahi thi. Mein bahar nikal kar dekha par kuch na hoa, lift bhi kay leyay bhi koi na ruka waisey bhi us road par traffic kam hota hai aur time bhi 11:30 ka tha. Jab mein car mein wapas aya to mein buri trah say kaanp raha tha, kapray giley honay ki waja say sardi aur ziyada lag.