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Keep sending the nice notes and comments.  Any ideas for where to take this
 story (or new stories) are welcome.

Parts 1 through 4 are also now available at the Mind Control Archives
 (www.mcstories.com).

The warnings:
If you aren't old enough to vote, you probably shouldn't read this yet either.
If you don't like sex, vampires, or mind control, you really shouldn't read
 this.
***
Roadside, Part 3 (in four segments)

1
	The alarm buzzed harshly, rousing Gary and Lisa from their 
slumber.  The sun's light filtered meekly through the blinds and 
curtains.  Gary rubbed his eyes and slowly pulled himself up.
	Lisa came to more quickly, as she always had in the morning.  
"Good morning, love," she said cheerfully.  "I had the wildest 
dreams last night.  I'm surprised I didn't wake you up."
	The words didn't register with Gary.  It was morning, so he 
wasn't at his best.  Her next statement, though, brought him into 
focus.
	"Gary," she asked with a strange tone, "did we do something last 
night?"
	He considered his answer.  "Why do you ask?"
	"Well, I don't normally sleep without any clothes, but..."  He 
noted that she had wrapped herself in the sheet as she went off to 
the bathroom.
	While Lisa showered, Gary replayed the previous night in his 
mind.  He had gone to that bar, and he met the waitress Vanessa.  
She had bitten him, and they had sex, and she bit him again and 
turned him into a vampire.  Then he came back here and bit Lisa 
and they screwed like they had never screwed before.  And 
suddenly, he's awake in the morning and it was all like a dream.
	Gary jumped out of bed and went to the mirror above the desk.  
He was there, just like always.  It was daylight, and he didn't 
feel any different than he had the previous morning.
	"Maybe it was just a dream," he said out loud but to himself.  
"But it seemed so real."

***

	The couple checked out of the motel, put their overnight bags 
into the car, and walked across the street to a diner for 
breakfast.  They found a booth and looked through the menus.  Lisa 
was particularly peppy and energetic this morning, while Gary felt 
rather tired and disoriented.
	"What can I get'cha?" the waitress asked.
	Gary's eyes shot up from the menu, and he found himself staring 
at Vanessa.  She was dressed, which was a big enough difference 
from the previous night.  Dressed in a traditional waitress 
uniform, with the pastel colors and everything.  Still very 
attractive, but not quite the same woman as he remembered.
	Lisa answered before Gary could say anything.  "We'll have eggs, 
scrambled, toast with jelly, and orange juice, please."  She 
smiled sweetly, and Vanessa returned the gesture.  "And my fiance 
will have some coffee too.  Black and hot."
	"Got it," Vanessa said as she scribbled on her pad.
	Vanessa plucked the menu from Gary's hands, then took the menu 
which Lisa handed to her.  She turned and went back to the 
kitchen.  As she went through the swinging doors, she looked back 
at Gary and winked.
	"Gary!"
	He turned back towards Lisa, who had shouted his name.
	"You're acting like a zombie this morning.  Didn't you sleep 
well?"
	"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."
	"Try me."
	Gary wondered if he should tell her the truth.  Then again, if 
it was just a dream, he could leave out the particularly bad part, 
like sleeping with Vanessa.
	"Well, I had this dream last night.  I went out for a drink last 
night after you went to sleep, and I ended up in this bar by the 
motel.  And I must have gotten hammered or something.  Then I met 
this really weird woman who turned out to be a vampire.  And she 
bit me and turned me into one too."
	The color disappeared from Lisa's face as Gary told his story.  
"That's unbelievable," she said.  "I had this... well, erotic 
dream about vampires too.  I dreamt that you were a vampire, and 
you came into the room and hypnotized me.  You made me into your 
love slave, and you bit me and everything."  She started blushing 
as she described the sexual details.  "I don't think I've ever 
gotten so wet from a dream.  You know, we could act that dream out 
sometime," she said, smiling a devious grin he hadn't seen since 
they had first met.  That was the "thinking about sex" smile.
	"Eggs and toast."
	Vanessa dropped the plates of food in front of Gary and Lisa.  
She also deposited two glasses of orange juice and the check, 
which she dropped right in front of Gary.
	Gary noticed the note written on the inside of the check.  "Meet 
me in the men's room," it said in small, tight lettering.  The 
note finished with a "V".
	Gary took a few bites of his breakfast, so as to not raise 
Lisa's suspicions.  Then he wiped his mouth with his napkin, 
excused himself, and went to the bathroom.  It was one of those 
single-person bathrooms, which the user would lock from the 
inside.
	The room was dark.  Gary stepped in, and the door closed 
suddenly.  He heard the click of the lock before the light came 
on.  Vanessa was inside with him.
	"You're probably wondering what's going on."
	"That's an understatement.  After last night, and then waking 
up, I wasn't sure if it was a dream or what."
	She laughed.  "Yeah, right, a dream.  Well, babe, this is 
reality.  Life in the daylight, and all that."
	"So what's going on?  Why are you here now?"
	Vanessa pulled out a cigarette and flicked her lighter.  The 
paper at the tip glowed brightly as she took her first drag, and 
then she exhaled.
	"I work here.  Just like I work at the bar.  Usually, though, I 
don't see the same customers at both places, as you can imagine."  
She waited for Gary to smile, but he didn't.  "Being one of us 
doesn't do much good during the day."
	"One of us," Gary interrupted.  "You mean a vampire."
	"Well, duh.  What else?"  She took another puff from the 
cigarette.  "Anyhow, we don't sleep in coffins typically.  Unless 
you can afford a lifestyle like that, and I know I can't.  So we 
live and work and go out during the day like normal people.  
Because that's all we are during the day -- normal."
	"Is that why Lisa doesn't remember last night as anything but a 
dream?  And why I can't control her?"
	Vanessa nodded as she smoked.  "You're right on the second part.  
Our powers go away during the day.  As for why she doesn't 
remember, that's just how she mentally copes with it.  For some 
people, it would be a vivid memory.  Her, it obviously isn't the 
sort of thing that fits into her idea of normal, so she's 
convinced herself that it was a dream.  Stick with her long 
enough, though, and she'll remember everything during the day 
too."
	"What about tonight?" Gary asked.  "What will happen then?"
	"That's up to you.  Remember when I said that guy vampires had 
it lucky?  Well, if you never say anything about it again, then 
she'll never remember it.  Or if you want it, she'll be your slave 
again as soon as you think of it.  You get to pick a new slave 
every night if you want, and you can have them whenever you want.  
Goddamn male fantasy come to life, ain't it?"  He noted more than 
a hint of anger in her voice.  Or jealousy.
	Vanessa finished off her cigarette and poked it out in the 
ashtray.  Then she pulled her pen from behind her ear and wrote 
something on her order pad.  Gary watched as she peeled the page 
off and tucked the pad back into the breast pocket.  His mind 
wandered back to the night before, when he had suckled at that 
breast.
	"Here," she said.  "If you really need some help, call me.  
Otherwise, enjoy your life, because I'm sure you will."  She 
unlocked the door and stepped out.  "Oh, by the way," she said as 
she turned back to him one more time, with that big grin he 
remembered.  "I expect a big tip."

2
	The miles passed in quick succession.  The couple had planned to 
drive all the way through Nevada down I-15 into Las Vegas, and 
then spend a couple days relaxing before finishing the trip into 
Los Angeles.
	By Gary's estimation, they would make it to Vegas by about 8 or 
9 PM, right around the time the sun went down and it got dark.  
For once, Gary was upset that it was summer.  When winter rolled 
around (or what passes for winter in California, he thought) the 
sun would go down a lot earlier and he wouldn't have to wait so 
long to become more than human.
	The long drive also gave Gary plenty of time to think about 
things.  He knew that he wasn't going to be happy with life the 
way it had been.  Despite having been a vampire for all of a few 
hours, he was sure that a work-a-day life wouldn't satisfy him the 
way it used to.  For that matter, he had never been particularly 
satisfied.  His job was okay, and it paid the bills, but he felt 
like he never really tested himself.  Even this move was just a 
change, rather than a real improvement.
	More importantly, though, he thought about Lisa.  And what 
Vanessa had told him.  From now on, she could be just like she 
used to be, or she could be his total slave with a thought.  He 
wasn't sure what that meant, but it gave him a shudder.
	That reminded him of something else which Vanessa said.  She 
said she could tell that Gary was decent.  What the hell did that 
mean?
	Gary's reverie was broken by the blasting horn of a semi behind 
him.  Gary noticed that while he had been thinking, he had slowed 
down significantly.  When he moved the car back into the slow 
lane, a dozen cars and trucks pulled by.  Some of the drivers had 
less than pleasant things to say to Gary.  One woman was 
particularly rude, flipping Gary off while cursing at him.  Gary 
made it a point to remember that woman's car.  He had always 
believed in karma, and he expected he'd see her stuck by the side 
of the road with a flat tire someday.
	"How're you doing?" Lisa asked.  "Do you want me to take over?"
	Gary looked at the woman sitting next to him.  He loved her.  He 
loved her angelic face, and her expressive eyes.  And the fact 
that she loved him.  He couldn't accept her as his slave.  Well, 
maybe on special occasions...  He shook off that thought.  Decent.  
Ugh.
	"I'm fine right now.  We can trade when we get gas later."
	Lisa looked back down at the book in her lap.  Gary was jealous 
of the fact that Lisa could read anytime and anywhere.  It made 
him nauseous to try reading in a car or on a plane.  Lisa, on the 
other hand, could lose herself in a book easily.
	"How's the book coming?"
	"It's frustrating.  The heroine is torn between wanting to be 
noble and important, and also wanting to make her family happy."
	Gary thought about that a moment.  "Why can't she do both?"
	"Her family doesn't think women should be heroes.  They think 
women should be... women."  Lisa shrugged slightly, another 
gesture Gary had always adored.
	"What would you do?" Gary asked.
	Lisa closed the book and stared out at the quickly passing 
landscape.  "I feel you have to be true to yourself.  If you're 
supposed to be a hero, you're supposed to be a hero.  If you're 
supposed to be something else, then you do that.  Trying to please 
everyone else doesn't make any sense if it doesn't make you 
happy."
	"I love you, Lisa."
	She laughed a bit.  "I love you too.  Where did that come from?"
	"What, do I have to have a reason to tell you that I love you?"
	"No, it just seemed out of place in that conversation."
	He caught her eyes for a moment.  "I'm just glad that you 
believe in being yourself."  He felt somber with the thought.  
"Promise me you'll never stop feeling that way."
	Lisa reached across the seat and put her hand on his, wrapping 
her fingers gently around the steering wheel.  "I promise.  I'll 
always be the pain in the neck that you love."
	What a choice of words, he thought to himself.

3
	Gary and Lisa carried their bags into the lobby of the Excalibur 
Hotel, and found their way to the check-in desk.  Gary couldn't 
wait to get checked in.  Not only was he tired from the drive, but 
he could almost feel the sun sinking.  By the time they were 
finished, it would be dark.
	There was a line of several people ahead of the two of them.  
Some were couples much like he and Lisa.  There was a tourist 
family, with two bratty kids that the mother was straining to 
control.  There was a group of Japanese businessmen, or at least 
that's what they looked like with their suits and briefcases.  And 
unlike the stereotypes, not one of these men had a camera.
	There were only three people working windows at the check-in 
desk.  One was a very efficient older woman, who had moved through 
three parties quietly and quickly.  The second was a young guy.  
Gary figured the kid was barely out of college, if that.  He 
seemed to get flustered by every little thing.  Gary prayed he 
wouldn't get stuck with that one.
	The third was another woman.  She was also young, and very 
attractive.  She had a sweet smile and a kind demeanor.  Although 
she wasn't quite as good at her job as the old woman next to her, 
she seemed to be doing everything she could to make the process 
move.  He sensed that it had been a long afternoon, and the 
tempers of the people waiting to check in had started wearing on 
her.
	Gary and Lisa made it up to the second spot in line when the kid 
and the cute woman both finished with their present guests.  The 
man in front of Gary started towards the smiling beauty.  At that 
moment, Gary felt the sun disappear completely.  He put his hand 
on the man's shoulder.  The man turned to face Gary.  Gary 
silently suggested the man should go to the other window.  The 
man's face went pale, and then he nodded and obediently went to be 
"helped" by the pimple-faced kid.
	Gary and Lisa deposited their bags in front of the desk.  He 
fished out his wallet and told the woman his name for the 
reservation.  She typed something on the keyboard in front of her, 
then left her station to grab a couple of the plastic cards the 
hotel used for keys.
	"Babe, I'm gonna go check out the tables while you're checking 
in."  Lisa practically skipped away, leaving Gary to take care of 
business.  She wanted to go to Vegas so much.  Gary hadn't been 
real excited by the idea when they planned it, although he liked 
the idea much more in the last 24 hours.
	"Sir!"
	Gary snapped back to the clerk.  He saw her name -- Melody -- on 
her nametag.
	"I'm sorry, what was that?" he said.
	"I said I'm afraid I can't find your reservation.  Are you sure 
you called this hotel?"
	"Of course I'm sure.  Is there more than one Excalibur in Las 
Vegas?"
	"Well, I can't find your name in our computer.  I'm afraid we're 
all booked up tonight."
	Gary felt his anger and frustration rising.  This was supposed 
to be the vacation part of this trip, and now it was not getting 
off to a good start.  But before he said or did anything else, he 
felt the pressure against his gums.  He realized that he didn't 
have to lose it, and that he couldn't afford to lose control.  
Instead, he took control.
	"Melody," he said softly as he stared into her big brown eyes, 
"do you have any rooms available?"
	Her face went blank at first, and then her body seemed to relax.  
Gary didn't want to push too hard, at least not yet.
	"The only room we have that isn't reserved is the King's Suite."
	"Then you will put me in the King's Suite.  And you will make 
sure that I am treated like a king."  He smiled to her as he 
spoke, so as to reassure her through the minor haze of his 
control.  "And I won't be charged any more than I would have been 
for a normal room."
	Gary released her from his active control, hoping his 
suggestions would sink in.  He watched her reactions as she 
returned to normal.
	"I'm sorry for the confusion, sir," she said, looking back down 
at her computer terminal.  "It seems we do have the King's Suite 
still available.  If you don't mind that, we can put you up there.  
And of course we won't charge you any more than you already were 
quoted."  She smiled back at Gary.  "After all, we treat all of 
our guests like kings."
	Melody handed him the map of the hotel, directing Gary to the 
tower where the suite was located.  He reached across the desk and 
held her hand, once again reaching also into her mind.  "When do 
you get off tonight?"
	"My shift ends at midnight," she said stiffly.
	"Then you will come to my room by 12:15.  Do you understand?"
	"Of course."
	Gary released Melody, gathered up the keycards and his papers, 
and went off to find Lisa.

***

	"This is wonderful!" Lisa screamed as she rolled around on the 
oversized bed.  The King's Suite stretched across half a floor, 
with three separate rooms including an enormous bathroom with a 
whirlpool.  "And you're sure we don't have to pay more for all 
this?"
	"Positive," he said.  "We just got lucky enough to be the first 
bumped guest."
	"Well, in that case, I hope we get bumped more often."
	Gary had sat down on a leather sofa in the master bedroom, from 
which he could watch his fiancee revel in the luxurious bed while 
he also stared out into the night sky through the room-length 
windows.  His mind spun with ideas on how to enjoy the next three 
days.
	"Tell you what, love," Lisa said, jumping off the bed.  "Let's 
go down to the casino and live it up a bit.  Then later, if you 
get bored with it, you can come back here while I gamble."
	Gary couldn't believe the energy Lisa had, despite the fact that 
it was night, and they had driven most of the day.  He supposed 
she had been saving all of her energy for the next few days.  And 
he knew how much she loved gambling.  Fortunately, she was also 
very lucky when it came to slot machines, so she usually ended up 
paying for her hours-on-end binges.  In fact, he couldn't remember 
a time when she didn't at worst break even.
	"That sounds fine.  But before that, don't you think we ought to 
change?  I doubt you want to go down there in the same clothes 
you've been wearing all day."
	Lisa had a twinkle in her eye.  "I had the same thought.  But 
you have to promise not to look.  I've got a surprise."
	"So what, I should cover my eyes?"
	"Yes.  In fact, that's exactly what you should do."
	Gary played along.  After reaffirming that he had covered his 
eyes, and that he couldn't see anything, Lisa opened one of her 
bags and pulled out a special outfit.
	Next, she stripped off her shorts and t-shirt.  She also removed 
her white cotton bra and panties.  Then she slipped into the 
dress.
	"Okay, you can open your eyes now."
	Gary was most impressed with what he saw.  Lisa was wearing a 
tight black cocktail dress that left precious little to the 
imagination.  The hem was barely long enough to be considered a 
micro-mini.  And she had only spaghetti straps to hold the dress 
up.  Her cleavage was evident, as the neckline plunged 
(wonderfully, in his eyes) in front and even further in back.  In 
Minnesota, this dress would be scandalous.  Here, it was only...
	"Beautiful.  Sexy.  Absolutely perfect.  And the dress isn't bad 
either."
	Lisa blushed.  She loved it though.  She had never felt 
confident enough to show herself off like this, but something 
about this city and the trip and the move and all.  She knew she 
never had to fear Gary's reaction when it came to her body.  "So 
you like?"
	"Absolutely.  So how about we go find a bank to break?"
	Lisa hugged Gary, and kissed him deeply.  Gary felt her nipples, 
hardened in the conditioned air, as she pressed against his chest.  
Oh yes, he thought, this will be a wonderful few days.

4
	Gary and Lisa rode down the elevator in each other's arms.  Gary 
also took advantage of the private moments to caress Lisa's 
breasts through the sheer silk material.  He loved the feel of 
silk, and he especially loved feeling a woman's body through it.  
The first time he had the guts to buy lingerie for Lisa, he got 
her a red silk teddy for Valentine's Day.  She didn't wear it 
often, but every time she did, he made a point of letting her know 
how much he appreciated it.  And her in it.
	"I love you so much," Gary said.
	"You too babe," Lisa replied.
	She turned to face him and winked.  Just after that, she grabbed 
him and kissed him.
	The couple was locked in the passionate kiss when the elevator 
car arrived at the lobby.  The bell chimed and the doors slid 
open.  They didn't stop kissing.
	"Excuse me," a woman's voice said.  Still they held the kiss.
	"I said, excuse me."  The woman's voice was more shrill, almost 
dripping with impatience.
	Finally Lisa broke apart from Gary.  She avoided looking at the 
woman.  Gary wasn't sure if it was out of embarrassment or 
disdain.  Gary saw that the woman was very attractive, with long 
blonde hair and the body of a model.  And that face... he was sure 
he recognized her from somewhere, but he couldn't quite place it.
	"What are you staring at, asshole?" the woman sneered as the 
elevator door closed.
	He watched for a few moments to track the elevator.  It stopped 
on the 23rd floor.  He tucked that tidbit of information away.
	Lisa made a bee-line for the roulette tables.  She had always 
wanted to try playing roulette.  She even got Gary to contribute 
$10 for the first play.  The number was 17, which was the 
combination of the day and date of when they met: January 7.
	By the time Gary got to the table where Lisa had set herself 
down, the ball was already spinning, and he saw that chip sitting 
by itself on 17.
	He watched the ball spin.  He tried concentrating on the ball, 
to see if he could affect it.  He tried to give it a push, like he 
had with Melody earlier.  But he couldn't feel anything.
	He concentrated even harder, telling the ball to jump.  
Suddenly, he noticed that five or six people around the table had 
taken a small jump, almost in unison.
	"Well that wasn't what I wanted," he thought to himself.
	Gary resigned himself to the idea that he definitely wasn't 
going to be able to influence this game.  Instead, he just held 
Lisa's hand and hoped that the ball would fall in the right place.
	"And the number is... 29!"  The tender swept away the chips, 
including the $10 chip from number 17.  The excitement over the 
moment went away with it.
	"Well, you stayed for our play," Lisa said.  "You can go do your 
own thing if you want now."  She kissed Gary on the cheek, then 
reached across the table to toss on her next bet.
	Gary smiled, waved at her as he went away from the gradually-
filling table, and headed for the bar.
	He got as far as ordering a beer when he spotted the bitch from 
the elevator walking across the casino floor.  He through down a 
five-dollar bill for the beer and trailed after the woman.
	Although he was angry with the woman, he also admired that body.  
She had to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.  
He would have guessed her tits were at least D-cups, and they 
looked great in the blue halter dress she was wearing.  And her 
legs were long, thin and fine.  He had very impure thoughts about 
this beauty-and-a-bitch.
	The woman left the hotel and went out to the parking lot.  That 
vague recognition which Gary had earlier suddenly snapped into 
perfect focus when he saw the car.  It was that same red sports 
car that passed them earlier.  And the same woman who had flipped 
him off.  Suddenly the anger made perfect sense.
	She reached out to put her key into the car door, but before her 
hand could cross the few inches of air, Gary was upon her.
	"What the fuck are you d..."
	Gary caught her eyes, quieting her instantly.  "Why are you 
always such a bitch, lady?  It isn't nice."
	Her mouth opened, but no sounds came out.  A look of shock 
overtook her.  She tried to speak, but she couldn't make a sound.
	"Scary, isn't it?" Gary asked harshly.  "It's not so much fun 
when you're the one without the power."
	He released his hold on her ability to speak, although he made 
sure she couldn't scream.
	"Who are you?" she asked.
	"I'm the one you cut off on the road earlier.  I'm the one you 
pushed by on the elevator.  I'm the one who doesn't like being 
treated like I'm just in the way."
	Again, she tried to scream, and still nothing.  "Why can't I 
scream?"
	"I won't let you.  I'm going to make you suffer for being such a 
bitch to everyone.  You're going to be doing what I want you to 
do, and when I'm done, if you're really lucky, you might not even 
remember anything."
	She tried one more time to scream, and failed.  So instead, she 
tried to punch him.  But Gary was ready for that too.  He grabbed 
her arm, spun her around against her car, and leaned into her.
	"Lady, you picked the wrong vampire to piss off."
	He grabbed her head and pushed it to one side, and ruthlessly 
plunged his fangs into her throat.  He felt her body buck with the 
pain, which he did nothing to relieve.  But shortly after the pain 
faded, she relaxed.  He moved back, knowing that he didn't have to 
hold her physically anymore.
	"Oh, master," she said breathlessly.
	"Follow me, girl.  It's time for your lesson."

***

	The door opened to the dark and empty suite.  In the minutes 
while they walked from the parking lot, Gary learned that the 
woman's name was Sonya.  She was just as spoiled and bitchy as he 
could have imagined.
	Sonya's father was a minor millionaire, who had profited from 
inside trading.  She had grown up without want, and no one denied 
her what she desired.  One of her boyfriends had said no to her 
when she insisted he go down on her.  The boyfriend ended up in 
jail on rape charges.  A sorority had the nerve to reject her, and 
the two girls who had voted against her ended up suspended.  She 
made sure that no revenge ever went unsatisfied.
	Her daddy had been a womanizer, and she learned quickly that 
only the sexiest, most beautiful women got the attention from him.  
She had a private trainer and a nutritionist to keep her in tip-
top shape.  She delighted in telling Gary that not only were her 
34D breasts real, but they were "perfect."  She swore to him that 
she never wore a bra, because she didn't need one.
	Sonya had been with more men than she could remember, despite 
being only 24.  She lost her virginity when she was 15.  She 
assured Gary that she was amazing in bed and that she loved giving 
head for the "right" guys.
	Two lines of thought competed in Gary's mind from listening to 
Sonya's litany.  First, he was completely turned on from having 
this sex kitten turned into a sex slave.  But second, he was 
disgusted by how freely she used her sex as a weapon.  He planned 
on turning the tables on her, taking advantage of her and using 
her.
	As Gary closed the door, he spoke a single word: "Strip."  He 
reinforced the message with a mental push.
	Sonya lit up like a flame.  She reached behind her head to undo 
the clasp holding her dress together.  She peeled the thin fabric 
down, exposing those luscious tits.  Her nipples were standing out 
towards Gary, and he resisted reaching out to them.  Instead, he 
simply sat on a sofa and watched the striptease.
	Sonya pushed the rest of the dress down past her slinking hips.  
She wasn't wearing any panties underneath.  Just like Lisa hadn't.
	Lisa.
	The thought echoed in his mind.  Gary hadn't thought of being 
with Vanessa as "cheating" because, at least to him, he really 
hadn't had much choice.  But this would be different.  This would 
be cheating.
	"I want you to fuck me, Master," Sonya moaned.  She ran one hand 
around one of her tits, cupping it and caressing it.  She ran her 
other hand down between her legs and slid her fingers inside 
herself.  She was totally shaved, and he could see she was 
dripping wet.  "I need you to take me."
	Gary's hungers growled at him.  He wanted her sexually in the 
worst way, and he needed to taste more of her blood.  The animal 
instinct inside him told him to ignore Lisa.  He could love her if 
he wanted, or he could control her utterly.  But later.
	He was torn, and he was close to making his decision.
	Then he heard the door open.

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