And of Susanna, before she sired Elaine.None of them had minds like this, but then, his chain of memory didn’t extend to their minds post siring a c...hilde. But he doubted any of them had developed a mind quite like this. Susanna definitely didn’t. Her mind was an orgy of sex and gore and murder and rape and torture, an excess of stimulation that she relished. Elaine and Viktor and Julias’s minds were predictable, small houses that slowly raised into castles, and would have continued to grow if. "Being away gave me a chance to reflect and think, and maybe just maybeif you would like perhaps maybe we could meet up? I thought maybe anapartment hotel, not our homes but with enough space that maybe I couldor we could cook, spend some time together getting to know one another.New York gave me time to understand that sometimes you have to take arisk and break free of previous ways of thinking. I'm hoping that thisis a surprise to you and that you're nervous and excited about whatcould. The old man hadannoyed him no end in observing his departure withamusement. "Good luck? I hope to see you back here. It willbe much better, you'll see," the Gypsy had taunted him.Roger's trousers had been stretched very tightly in theseat and around his hips, and were also very difficult tozip up. His belt was useless -- there were not enough holesto tighten it --but rolling up the pant legs of thetrousers, he regarded himself as appearing masculine enoughso as to not arouse suspicion (or so he. . how we all have them? Well, I had one I couldn't share with Steve. Not then anyway."Jenny sat quietly looking at Ingrid, waiting for her to continue in her own time, and at her own pace."My ex-husband, Max, was a nasty, kinky kind of guy. I was a nineteen year old reckless girl. I wasn't a virgin when I met him, but I might has well have been. He taught me more about crazy, uninhibited sex than I ever imagined, and I loved it. I thought that's what being a complete woman was all about."Ingrid.