December 28, 2000

The wind is blowing so fiercely that the windowpanes

are shaking; like 100 tiny hands pounding on the

glass. It sounded like they were crying, moaning to

be let in. The lights are flickering, television

static, and then nothing.

Nothing except my heart beat and shallow breaths.

Even though the electricity is now gone, I still stare

at the television. No picture, just the images drawn

up by my own sick imagination running through my

brain.

In the dark room, the pounding of the tiny hands

continued. I relaxed my head against the back of my

red velour couch and took in a deep breath.

I am expecting someone, or something.

A creature with long, soft hair, the color of a

raven; deep violet eyes that search and look with

lightning; I was expecting Phil.

This very evening, he is supposed to be making love

to another man in my presence. But, being a vampire,

tardiness is expected.

I decided to rise and retrieve some candles from the

bedroom. The darkness doesn’t bother me, nor am I

very careful when walking in it. My vampire eyes seem

to slice through it. I eventually found a candelabra

in my bedroom and carried it downstairs. Once the

candles were lit, eerie shadows began to dance amongst

the walls.

Just as I was about to sit down again, I heard a

small rapping at the front door. At first, I thought

it was going to be Phil, but he wouldn’t knock. Phil

is not the most polite vampire around.

When I opened the door, I found my lovely Vampy

standing before me. Her blackened hair was blowing

frantically in the wind. Her pale face looked even

paler in the cold air.

"Good evening. Is there something wrong, my

kindred," I asked?

"I am sorry to bother you at this hour, but it seems

that Phil is in some kind of trouble. He told me to

come here and to tell you that he won’t be able to

make it this evening." She said.

"Oh my, anything to get out of a deal." I exclaimed,

laughing.

"Thorn, what do you mean? What is so funny?"

"Come in, Vampy. I shall tell you inside. The

weather is frightful."

I led my dearest kindred into the candle lit room and

took her cape.

"What is so funny is that I had a contract with Phil

this evening, actually a very special contract. It is

to be expected of Phil to take what he wants and give

when he wants only when it is convenient." I stated.

"Ah, sounds like it was to be a most entertaining

night. I can leave now if you wish."

"No, of course not. Obviously he is not going to

show."

"What was going to happen tonight, if you don’t mind

me asking?"

"No I don’t mind. You know that we have always been

into our little games. A few weeks ago he suggested

that I make love to a doll in front of him. A female

doll, that is. I took it upon myself to negotiate.

If I was to do as he asked, he had to also do the

same, with a male."

"Wow! Sounds like it would’ve been a good time."

I sighed. It had been over a month since I had last

seen Vampy. Yet, every time I did see her, it was

always enchanting. Her hair glittered, her skin

flawless. She was truly a divine creature. As I

stood there talking with her, I realized how much

taller she was than I.

"Well, dearest Vampy, what shall we do now that the

man has pussied out?" I asked her?

"Oh, I don’t know. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, very. But I don’t want to go shopping for a

doll in this weather. Listen to the wind. It’s

insane."

"You are right." She said.

"Let me see if I have anything here that we can eat."

I left her standing there while I went to look around

for a bottle of our freshest blood. As I looked, I

began to realize exactly how hungry I really was.

Again, I caught myself thinking of Vampy and her

inviting flesh. When I found the bottle and returned

to her, she was resting on the couch, her shoes off,

and her legs gracefully splayed across it. The color

of her skin and the dark red velour entranced me. I

forgot myself and almost dropped the bottle and

glasses that would be our dinner.

"I’ve found some fresh life in here after all."

Meaning the wine.

"Huh?"

"Oh, the wine of course."

"Great! I’m so very thirsty!" She exclaimed.

I poured her a glass of the thick, red liquid. I

watched as she drank it down quickly.

"Aren’t you going to have any?" She asked me softly.

Startled, "Yes."

When she spoke I could see the stain of blood on her

tongue.

After we both had 2 glasses, I suggested that we add

a little something to it. She agreed. I went to one

of our cupboards and pulled out a very special bottle

containing 100-year-old absinthe. I saw Vampy’s eyes

light up. I slowly poured 2 more glasses of blood and

then poured in a shot of the absinthe into each glass.

The blood bubbled a bit when the two mixed together.

I caught myself wondering if her blood and mine would

also have the same effect.

I took my glass and then sat down next to her.

"Where is your boyfriend?" I asked.

"He’s around. I was with him earlier today, but I

had to go when Phil called."

"Ah, I see. Shame. It would’ve been fun tonight."

"We can still have a good time, you know. I’m here

to keep you company." She said.

"I appreciate that."

Vampy and I had something in the past. It was true

connection, raw energy. I missed those days. It has

been almost 50 or so years now. I wondered if she had

missed me at all. I figured she had at least thought

of me a few times during the years.

"So, how has life been?"

"The un-life you mean? Eh, it’s been good to me.

Grim proposed to me a few months ago. Go figure,

vampires getting married."

"Wow. That’s great. I don’t see anything wrong with

it."

"Yeah? That’s good."

"My life has been an interesting one over the past

few years. I met Phil only a few months ago. Had no

idea he was vampire until a game went all-wrong. The

doll I was about to indulge myself in was not a doll

at all." I explained.

The wind had now ceased somewhat, but the storm

continued. I could hear the heavy raindrops hitting

the roof and the cement outside. It produced huge

bursts of loud thunder and the lightning made Vampy’s

pale face glow in the darkness.

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"Vampy? I know this question may be a bit strange,

but over the years, have you thought of me at all?" I

asked her tenderly.

"But of course, all of the time. Grim does as well."

"Yes, but do you ever wonder what could’ve have been

if I had decided to stay with you? What dilemmas we

could have solved? What dolls we could have played

with together?"

She sat there quietly and I thought that I had

stunned her. I was about to apologize when she

finally answered.

"I do wonder, Thorn. We did have such a great deal

of energy floating around us. It was always the

strongest when we were together. I miss you a lot."

"Do you think that we could ever have another chance?

I know that Grim and you will be getting married, but

I also know how much he understands you."

"I’ve always told you that a place is always open in

both of our hearts. I always wanted to try again, and

so does Grim." She said.

Then there was an awkward silence. I wanted to lean

over and kiss her, to taste her blood. She took my

hand and we sat there for what seemed like minutes.

In my own little brain freeze, I failed to notice the

coolness of the air, the tiny hairs that had risen on

my arms. I opened my eyes and looked around.

"Phillip, how nice of you to join us." I said with

an annoyed tone to my voice.

"I am truly sorry, Mistress. Trust me, I really did

have an emergency." Phil said with a pouting bottom

lip.

"Sure, of course you did, Phil. Let me know how

sorry you really are."

Phil got down on his knees and began to suck on my

toes, which was something that I usually had him do

when I was punishing him.

"Good. Continue that, lying vampire."

Vampy just sat there and watched in amazement and

tried to keep herself from giggling.

"Say hello to Phil, my kindred."

"Hello there, Phil. My name is Vampy." She said,

grinning.

"Phil, say hello to our most enchanting of guests."

Phil lifted his tongue from my feet and said "Hello,

Kindred Vampy."

"Phil has been an asshole. He decided to release

himself from the bondage of a very special contract

with his Mistress. Vampire or not, I refuse to let

him go unpunished for his lack of respect. Would you

like to join me in punishing the not so innocent?"

Vampy looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. "Sounds

exquisite, what should I do?"

"You may be the second Mistress in the house of

Thorn. Follow what I do, and you will learn. I am

sure that it is in your vampire nature to punish those

who deserve it."

"Yes, you are correct. I’ve been looking for

something new to do in my spare time. He is a sexy

one, isn’t he?"

I smiled devilishly. "Yes, but a sneaky one as well.

"Phil, you must now face the consequences of breaking

our contract. You are sentenced to spend your time

here with us, in seclusion and in torture. You are to

call our kindred Mistress Vampy. You will respect and

obey her as you do me. Get up and kiss your new

Mistress’ hand." I demanded.

Phil looked into Vampirella’s eyes and then lowered

his lips to her fragile hand and kissed it gently.

"Forgive me, Mistress Vampy."

"Very good, Phil. Now before I go any further I want

you to tell me the truth. Why did you not show up on

our very special evening together?" I asked.

"I am sorry, Mistress. Seems maybe I decided that I

would rather enjoy the punishment of my mistress than

the intimate relations of a young man."

"I thought so."

I grabbed a handful of his long silky hair and

roughly pulled. He didn’t make a sound. I could tell

that he was enjoying it. I let a small grin take

place on my face. Not that he would see it though. I

called to Vampy to follow and then began to lead Phil

upstairs like the dog I never had.

"Vamp, please hand me the leather bindings laying on

the dresser."

I let go of Phil’s hair and bent down to his level.

I could see tiny beads of sweat making home on the

very top of his forehead. I moved my lips to his ear

and whispered.

"This will be an entertaining experience for the both

us, lover."

I took one of the bindings from Vampy and told Phil

to put his hands behind him. When he did, I started

to tie his wrists together tightly. Next I had him

lay on his back so that we could remove his pants.

Vampirella took one shoe and I took the other. When

we had his leathers down to his knees, his intimate

piecing began to shine and sparkle in the candle lit

room.

I looked at Vamp , "Tie his ankles together. Make

sure that it is a very tight knot."

I watched in anticipation as she did so. As she was

bent over I could see the cleavage of her breasts and

the softness of her skin as it moved.

"Phil, thank your Mistress’ for binding you."

"Thank you Mistress Thorn. Thank you Mistress

Vampy." He said quietly. I could hear a little

nervousness in that voice of his.

A small detail that I had bought some several hundred

years ago still remained in my suite. A life sized

wooden cross.

"Stand up, Phil."

Once he was on his feet I motioned to Vampy to hold

one of his arms while I took the other. We led him

over to the old cross and leaned him against it facing

us. I untied his wrists while she remained, helping

him to balance. I then took his left arm and tied it

to the cross and then had Vampy do the other.

When we were finally finished, I took Vampy’s hand

and led her to my bed of velvet and velour.

Holding her hand in mine I said, "Look at him. Look

how very weak he can be in times of arousal and the

fear of his Mistress’."

She looked at him for several moments and smiled. I

saw her tracing steps with her eyes over his entire

body. First, his violet eyes and his long dark hair,

then his chest, where I saw a hint or reaction

concerning his nipple and naval piercing.

"Do you like him? Do you like looking at him? Does

it bring you pleasure to see him in such a

predicament?"

"Yes. The thought that I will be pronouncing pain

makes me desire him."

She paused. "Can I taste him?"

"Whatever you desire, he is yours."

Normally, I wouldn’t have so carelessly let another

take from my own lover. But Vampy is different. I

felt no jealousy; no murderous intention; my wish was

hers. She let go of my hand and took her warmth with

her. Like a cat, she gracefully moved over to our

crucified vampire. She stood in front of him and

licked her lips saucily. One of her fingernails

traced lines on his chest and face. To Phil’s

surprise, her other nail was digging into the

sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

After admiring his beauty, she knelt down onto the

floor. I had a very sick thought that made me shiver,

yet smile. Vampy was now on her knees worshipping the

antichrist.

Her tongue escaped the warmth of her lips and let a

path of saliva follow behind on Phil’s parchment paper

skin. Phil was now very hard, and she couldn’t help

but tease him just a little bit. She ran her tongue

up the underside of his cock and I saw Phil close his

eyes and shiver. She only did this once, smiled to

herself and then quickly went to the wound she had

moments before created. All I could see was her hair.

If I hadn’t known what was actually happening, I

could’ve thought that she was giving him head. She

remained in that spot; sometimes I would hear a little

gurgling noise as she sucked up his blood. When she

was satisfied and lifted her head, a stream of blood

fit for a fairy to bathe in trickled slowly down his

leg. She looked up at me and smiled. Lips and tongue

the color of crimson, I fell in love with her all over

again.

She returned to my bed and sat down next to me.

Suddenly, she wrapped her fingers within my hair and

pulled me to her. When her tongue touched mine, I

could taste and smell not only the life and love of

Phil’s veins, but the ecstasy behind my Vampy’s eyes.

I pulled away from her. I didn’t want to, but there

are plenty of hours within a vampire’s lifetime. I

looked up at Phil and saw him staring at us. I didn’t

think he could get any paler than he had already been,

but somehow, he managed to do so.

"Phil, you may answer this question only. Do you

need to feed?" I asked.

He managed to moan a little and said yes. I walked

over to him; my crucified lover, and pushed my red

hair off of my neck.

"Take what you need to stay strong and take only

that."

I stood on my tiptoes so that he could reach. I felt

his cold skin against my breasts and his hair cover my

face when he lowered his mouth down to my flesh. Only

a small pinch when he bit into me, and then only

warmth. Phil uses his tongue and not just his teeth

when taking life from me. He knows that it feels

enchantingly sensual when he licks and caresses the

wound. Only minutes later, he lifted his head from my

neck and looked into my eyes.

"May I speak, Mistress?" He whispered.

"Yes."

He leaned his head back into my neck and began to

whisper.

"Who is she? I know here as your distant friend. I

did not know that you were so close to her."

"An old friend, an old lover, and maybe a new flesh in

our relationship."

"Do you love her?"

"Very much so."

"And she loves you?"

"I believe so, yes."

"Do you love me?"

"More than any other kindred. But what you did to me

tonight was wrong. I will not be my fiercest because

if it weren’t for you, Vampy would not have come

here."

"I understand, my Thorn."

"Very well. I will continue with your punishment

until I feel that you’ve had enough. Vampy will also

stay here through the night."

"Yes, Mistress."

Vampy looked at me and asked, "Can I play with him

some more?"

She looked like a little doll in a candy store.

"Yes, of course, look around. They’re all kinds of

toys here, choose wisely."

I watched as she so gracefully roamed around the room

in search of something to punish our lying vampire

with. I finally saw her pull something out of one of

my dresser drawers. To my surprise, it was a large

black feather. I giggled under my breath.

She walked over to Phil and stood in front of him.

Looking him in the eye, she began to slowly strip,

letting the feather trace over the areas of skin that

she gracefully bared for him to see. When she had her

velvet blouse completely off, Phil stared at her large

breasts and rosy pink nipples. I was amazed that he

didn’t start to drool. Vampy leaned closer to him and

began to trace the feather over his chest. She

tickled his nipples and then his neck very gently. I

could see the tiny goose bumps rising along his

florescent skin.

"Do you like this?" She asked him.

Phil didn’t reply.

"Answer your Mistress Vampy! She too can demand!" I

exclaimed loudly.

"Yes, Mistress, I do enjoy this." He replied.

I got up from the bed and crept behind Vampy. She was

a bit startled when I softly ran my fingernails over

the sensitive flesh on the back of her neck. She

shivered and then moaned softly, which let me know

that I could continue. I pushed her hair away from

the right side of her neck and lowered my face into

the warmth of her skin. She was still tickling Phil;

I could hear his shallow breathing as she touched his

most tasteful spots. I rolled my tongue over the side

of her neck and her tiny earlobe. When I finally let

my fangs sink into her soft flesh, our entire bodies

made one silent sigh. All of her built up tension

seemed to disappear. Not only did she feel the

sensations of a million years of enchantment, but also

I felt complete at last.

Year after year, I searched for someone to help me

feel complete within. No matter the man, no matter

the doll, I was on the verge of accepting my reality

and giving up. Vampy completed every part of me,

filling my vampyric soul with something called love.

I was amazed and overwhelmed with all of the energy

that was running between us.

As I drank down her life’s essence, I thought of all

of these things. Many years of my life passed before

my eyes as her liquid candy passed down my throat.

Standing behind her, I continued to drink and molest

her. She made no protest, but moaned in pleasure and

pain. I held her gorgeous breasts in my hands and

sucked harder and harder, never thinking of letting

go.

Yet I knew that I would have to. There is only so

much blood to spare within our weak vampyre veins.

As I backed away from her, I could now see

Phil’s face. Apparently she had decided to once again

taste him while I had taken mine. Small droplets of

blood rolled down his neck and trickled slowly down

his chest. Phil’s eyes were wide with lust and love;

I could see how much he wanted us. I could also see

his guilt and how he was now very sure that he was

sorry for missing our date.

"Vampirella, we can release Phil now."

It took her a few moments to come out of

her own little spell and then she began to move

towards the right side of Phil’s cross. I went to the

other side and we untied his wrists. When he was

unbound, he almost collapsed onto the floor. We

hurried to catch him and then held him up by his arms

and led him over to the bed. His wrists were cut open

and bleeding, his neck had now begun to heal but was

still caked with Vampy’s snack.

We stood above him as he lay there,

breathing heavily. He looked up at us and smiled. I

could tell that he had learned his lesson. He was my

lover, after all.

I took Vampirella by the hand and pulled her down

onto the soft velvet. Phil moved over onto his side

and kissed me ever so gently. We shared what remained

of Vamp’s blood within each other’s mouths. When

pulled away; he had an incredible gleam in his eyes.

"Phil, I know that you have gone through enough now.

It is my time to punish my own body." I whispered,

and then glanced over at Vampy. "You may join us in

our own little game when I say that you can."

He looked at me for only a moment longer and then

repositioned himself on the bed so that we could have

more room.

I sat up and motioned for Vamp to come closer to me.

She looked me in the eyes and smiled. Her face glowed

within the candle lit room. She had so much light

within her. I put my hand on the side of her face and

felt the warmth of Phil’s life as it ran through her

cold vampyre veins. She nuzzled it like a cat would.

Then she moved closer and closer until her head rested

on my breast. Her soft hair graced my bare skin and

gave me shivers. I caressed her naked back and

intertwined my fingers in her long black hair. I

loved to hear her moan. It was like the purring of a

very happy feline. It made me feel hot and satisfied

that she was enjoying her time with me. I could feel

Phil’s eyes on us the entire time, it was arousing

that I knew how badly he wanted to be a part of this,

especially after what she had done to him.

She sat up again and moved her spidery fingers along

the flesh of my neck and arms. She then moved behind

me and began to unclasp my corset. As she did so, I

could feel her searching fingers grazing every tiny

inch of skin as it was bared to her. When she had the

corset untied, she removed it from behind me. I could

feel her breath on my cold skin.

"Please stand, Thorn?"

I did as she asked. She sat there and gazed at me

for what seem like an hour. I felt so naked in her

presence. She could see the things inside of me, the

things that I have kept hidden over the years. She

stayed on the edge of the bed and reached behind me

again to unzip my long skirt. As it fell to the

floor, so did the barriers that were tightly clasped

around my heart. Vampy, my dearest of all kindred,

explored my body with a wanton that I had never seen

before in any doll or vampyre.

I motioned for her to also rise, and then removed the

clothes that were left on her own body. Each part of

skin was like a new journey, a new treasure found. I

grew so excited that the inside of my thighs became

very wet.

We were now both naked, not only physically, but also

emotionally and mentally we were uncovered, and yet

unsolved. We stood and held each other, slowly

dancing to the music Phil had so kindly decided to

play.

I couldn’t take the pain of not having her any longer

and pushed her down to the bed violently. She was

very surprised at first but then giggled and pulled me

down on top of her. I could have never imagined the

feelings I now had as I lay on her, our breasts

mashing together, our sweat and sex meeting for the

first time in decades. I deeply kissed her; our

tongues tasted each other’s saliva, our hands searched

for places to grab on to. We intertwined our legs and

bit at each other’s milky flesh.

She pushed me off of her and leaned down to my chest

where she seemed to touch every tiny spot of my neck

and breasts. She was especially amazed with my silver

nipple rings. She kept rolling her tongue over them

and playing gently. Every part of me shivered and

tensed. I ran my fingernails through her hair and

down her milky white back and she purred deeply. When

she finally decided to go lower down and explore my

naval and the ring there, I came from deep within. I

don’t know if it was the anticipation of what was to

come, or if it was just she, my Vampy. Her tongue was

softer than that of a feather pillow and it knew where

to go and exactly what to do. I felt it trace the

cold silver of my clit ring, I heard as it slurped up

the juices of my passion. Then I felt a rise within

my stomach and twitching of my toes. My back arched

in an automatic response as I came strongly and all

over my Vampirella’s pretty face. She remained an

ornament between my thighs for a few more moments and

then began to slither back up to my face. She kissed

me deeply and shared my ecstasy when her lips touched

mine.

We both lay there for several minutes and caressed

each other. Once I had finally calmed down, I began

to kiss her gently in the most sensitive of places. I

nibbled on her tiny ears, bit at the fleshy part of

her neck, and sucked on her candy pink nipples.

I broke away from her and stood. She looked at me

curiously. I gently took a black candle that had been

burning on the nightstand and brought it to the bed.

I stood above her and let the hot wax spill upon her

flesh. She whimpered, and I told her not to be

frightened. I let the black liquid make a trail of

droplets from her breasts to her naval. She flinched

at each tiny bubble that hit her skin. When I felt

that she had enough I replaced the candle with a tiny

blade. It was no more than six inches long and

sparkled. When I sat down next to her, and put it to

the bare skin of her chest, the blade reflected in her

iris.

"Relax. I am going to peel the wax from you skin

with this." I said, tenderly.

She lay still while I began to peel the wax from her

as if I were peeling the skin off of a very ripe

apple. As the wax came away, small circular spots of

red were all that was left behind.

I leaned over and kissed her, biting her lower lip.

I could sense her need for release; for the

fulfillment that she was now seeking. I slid down her

torso and dove for her place of suffering. I spent

almost ten minutes licking and sucking her pussy lips

and everything in between. When I sensed that she was

on the verge of her orgasm, I pulled her little clit

into my mouth and sucked hard, so hard I thought it

might tear. As I did this she began bucking and

thrusting her hips into the air. Her warm cum poured

out onto my tongue and I drank it in like it was fresh

blood. This was for sure a part of her life’s essence

as well.

I lay my head on her stomach and rubbed her hip and

chest, helping her to relax. I then kissed her and

did the same as she, sharing her juices between us.

We both then lay there, without words, without

thought, but with energy and the soft caresses of

love. I watched the shadows dance on the ceiling and

listened to the howling of the violent winds that

still remained outside. In all of this feeling,

touching, and loving, I barely had recognized Phil.

I looked up to see if he had stayed, and sure enough,

he was lying where he had been an hour ago. His eyes

were have closed and it looked as if he was painfully

hard. I crawled over to him and kissed him softly,

also letting him taste Vampirella’s sex. He sat up

and kissed me harder, violently almost. I knew how

much he wanted us.

I looked over at my goddess and saw that she was now

at full strength. She again had that satanic gleam in

her eye and I smiled. She crawled over to us and took

Phil’s cock in her mouth. He groaned loudly, he had

been suffering for quite some time after all. As she

pleasured him, Phil and I kissed and then began to

blood-let. I retrieved the knife and aimed it at his

wrist. The cut made was not deep, but deep enough to

savor from. I watched as the blood spilt from his

wrist and hit the bedspread like little raindrops.

I took his hand and wrapped my lips around the cut.

As I drank from him, he took the knife from my other

hand and cut my wrist in the same manner. As we took

from each other’s veins, Vampy curiously raised her

head from her duties to see what we were up to.

Interested, she rose from Phil’s thighs and asked if

she to could have a drink. I removed my mouth from

his wrist and straddled his cock. When Phil came back

to reality, he took Vampirella’s wrist and cut it as

well and then offered her his. They drank each

other’s blood in pure passion as I rode Phil’s cock

with all the strength left within me. In my rage, I

reopened the wounds Vampy had made earlier on his neck

and drank more. I could tell that he was going to

come hard. I moved faster and faster, my thighs were

slapping against his. His groans became screams of

sheer pleasure. I felt his cock as it twitched and

pulsed within me and then I felt the warm river of his

cum down my thighs. At the first sensation of his

orgasm I too came with the thunder that was in the

night’s sky.

My head then carelessly dropped against his shoulder,

where I laid for several minutes. When I finally came

out of my own frantic passions, I saw what had looked

like a meal gone badly. Each one of us was covered in

blood. Vampirella had her head on Phil’s thigh, her

lips and chin caked with blood. Phil’s lips and chest

were sticky with blood as well. We were almost glued

together in the clotted blood. But I loved it.

I don’t remember much after seeing that until I woke

the next evening. I opened my eyes to see Vampy lying

next to Phil, naked. Her lower body was covered in

the warmth of my red velvet blankets. Phil was also

still nude and sleeping like a childe. The blood that

covered us had now turned black and was somewhat

chunky and flaky.

Vampy slowly woke and opened her eyes like a newborn.

I smiled at her and she leaned over Phil to kiss me.

It was an odd kiss, sticky and sweet. The taste was

an array of things.

"How did you sleep, my love?" I asked.

"Very well."

"That’s great. I’m very glad that you did."

"So are you alright with what happened?"

"Yes. Of course I am. Very exhausting, but very

enchanting." She smiled.

"I did as well."

We both giggled and then looked at Phil.

"Should we wake him?" She asked.

"A rude awakening, or a pleasurable one?"

"How about both?"

I caught that little gleam in her eye again and knew

what she was thinking.

As she was about to peek under the covers and give

Phil his ‘awakening,’ I thought of something silly and

burst out laughing.

"What’s so funny?"

"If only I could still get him to go back on our

contract…"

"I have an idea." She exclaimed.

"Grim!"

And we both laughed. Slowly her laughter got quiet

until I heard the slurping sounds of Phil’s wake up

call. I have found fulfillment at last, will the

games stop, or will the next doll prove to be yet

another adventure….

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