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"So that's your earliest memory?"
"I only believe so, not having been to a shrink. But please, don't push me anymore – that theory of yours may seem plausible to you but it's just crap to me."
"Caroline used plausible more often than most people I know, myself included."
"Fenton!"
"Sorry. Ah, how much will you charge for me to sleep with you the entire night?"
Clara turned white and studied her feet while muttering something.
"Pardon me, I didn't catch that."
Clara repeated herself more clearly: "Something tells me I shouldn't charge you."
"Christ, in that case there's a chance I might fall in love with you if we begin a relationship."
Clara looked at Fenton shocked, unable to speak for the moment. Fenton turned into his driveway.
During the night Clara went to the bathroom to pee. The sex had been really great.
Her movement had stirred Fenton and although it was too dark to see her it didn't surprise him to hear her walk confidently to the bathroom and immediately seat herself. Caroline had made that same walk hundreds of times.
As he heard her drying her hands he called out, "Caroline, hurry back for another round."
Fenton heard the familiar laugh, as clear as a bell and he hurriedly recited the familiar line – "Take your hand off it and go back to sleep, naughty boy."
"Take your hand off it and go back to sleep, naughty boy," Clara called.
Well Molly, thought Fenton hand-pumping into full erection. Your new mother is called Clara but she's really your old mother if you can understand that.
In the morning he'd kiss the nude body of Clara and walk her into the bathroom where there was great overhead lighting. Hugging and kissing her he'd pull back just a little and make his inspection although he knew what he'd find.
Scars of fang marks would be on Clara's neck.
Halloween takes them away and Halloween brings them back, he murmured.
"Oooh, what's this?" Clara giggled, taking him in hand. "This may embarrass you but I could easily fall in love with a man like you."
"Be my guest Caroline – I mean Clara."
They lay silent for a second, both overcome with the realization that the letters Clara were all contained in the name Caroline.
THE END
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 15 years agoso what, she actually was his wife but lost her memory because of a vampire and become a whore until she met her long lost husband? wow, what an awful story.also, im sure any guy would be at least mildly annoyed to find their wife/soul-mate or whatever working as a prostitute. srry, but you really didnt even try to write up to your usual standard.
