“Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind.”

“Luscious, aren't I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don't mind.”-“You look like a Dracula porn movie reject”-“Let‟s not speak of him. Like the devil, Vlad might appear if we do.”Denise & Ian”

“I couldn't help shaking my head as I looked at him. Ian slept like a baby every morning - well, a baby who continually kept one hand down his pants.”

“Your mum pounced on her and started sucking away. Would’ve been arousing if not for all the screaming.”“Ian,” Bones drew out warningly.He grinned. “You’re right. I was aroused anyway.”

“I tried to tell you that it's not Spade in there.""You could have tried harder. I absolutely never needed to know that Ian was pierced down there.”

“How can you stand touching her?” my sister blurted, staring at our clasped hands. “Doesn’t that hurt?”I seized on the change of topic. “These gloves are specialized rubber. They block the current.”Gretchen’s gaze traveled over Vlad, disbelief still stamped on her features. “Yeah, but how do you two do anything else, unless he has a special, currentrepellingglove for his—”“Gretchen!” my father cut her off.My cheeks felt hot. Don’t say a word, I thought to Vlad, seeing his chest tremble with suppressed laughter.“He has a natural immunity,” I gritted out.”

“The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..."Mencheres to Cat”