Her heart fluttered at the touch. "Lisa – Lisa Owensby," she responded.She pulled her hand away. "I've got to go." Jason frowned. "What's the hurry...?" She looked away. "I've got to get back to work. The crew is probably readyand I don't want to be late." She left the vestibule and started down the corridor;then stopped. She turned back to find that he had not moved. "Listen ..." "Jason," he interrupted. That irritated Lisa. "Listen, Mr. Powell. I don't know what you were expecting,but –" "I. Although she was important to this little detail of his life. "I seem to have made a mess underneath my desk, and I need some help to clean it up, would you be so kind and help someone out?" Donald asked, playing the pity party act. The young lady smiled and nodded, "Why yes, that won't be a problem Mr. Royce" she replied walking into the office. Donald closed the door behind her and then turned to lead her to the mess, placing his hand on her low waist. The young lady blushed and followed his. " You're right. You understand me amazingly well."Carol said, "Not just you; Mark understands everybody very well."#5: As we stood up to leave, Nevaeh invited, "Mark, you've totally convinced me that you're a good person so you don't need to keep your eyes shut. You can open them and look at me if you like." She made it sound very casual, but she was very anxious about our leaving. This was her last opportunity to improve her chance with me and she wanted to use her lovely big guns. Just. Blood. Human blood. Life giving, wonderful human blood. She hated and loved it. Her body needed it, desired it, craved it. It was an addiction that no young girl should have to face, worse than any drug, with far worse consequences.She'd only been out of the alley twice since that night. Twice in the last month. That night it all changed. That night a month ago, when he came. He came and took her. She was walking, it was late. He grabbed her. She tried to resist but he was strong. Too strong..