Once Bitten Page #3

to take him under your wings...

and make him feel at home

for the first hundred years.

You got that?

She found a virgin! We're home free.

I remember when I met the Countess.

The day she bit me

was the sweetest day of my young life.

There's an inch of dust under there.

How come he rates that deluxe job?

These are the 1980s.

Not the Age of Innocence.

A young man needs plenty of room.

Sunrise in an hour. I suggest that you all...

get an early day.

- Good day, Sebastian.

- Good day.

Good night, Sebastian.

He's still asleep.

How was he?

Delicious.

Are you positive he's a virgin?

I haven't had anything this pure

since the Vienna Boys' Choir hit town.

Just make sure he doesn't slip away.

He won't escape me.

What'll we do with him?

We can't very well

put him down with the others yet.

Heavens, no. Let him go home

and build up his strength.

Tired blood is of no use to me.

Are you feeling better?

Sebastian brought you some orange juice.

Sir.

Thank you.

I'll just go check on the gentleman's truck.

What happened?

Do you remember anything?

Not much.

I had the weirdest dream.

You know those little packets

of fresh fruit juice...

made out of tin foil, where you

stick little straws in them to open them?

I think I dreamt that I was one of those.

What did happen, anyway?

Let's just say...

you earned your juice.

- I did?

- You certainly did.

Really? That's great.

I don't believe it. It finally happened.

Did I enjoy it?

We'll be seeing each other again soon?

Yeah.

I have a bit of a problem.

- A problem?

- Yeah.

See, I'm sort of committed...

to this really nice girl.

I don't mind.

I've often been the other woman.

That's real unselfish of you.

Tell you what, I'll be in touch.

Later, blood.

Start your day off with a smile.

How sweet of you.

Drive carefully.

Remember, part of you belongs to me now.

I'll see you in your dreams.

Sure thing.

Rare hamburger, please.

Very rare, please.

Can I have one of those uncooked ones?

Right.

Hey, stud.

What happened to you guys Saturday night?

I called you Sunday, but you were out.

It was a total disaster.

I don't know.

The strip search was kind of fun.

But, hey, how about you?

Did you go for the pokey?

I don't want to talk about it.

You did it with her, didn't you?

- I guess.

- Jesus, God, those breasts!

Has it changed you any?

I mean, do you feel more manly or mature?

It was all a big mistake. I was so drunk,

I don't remember much, you know.

Come on! Tell us what happened.

Blow by beautiful blow!

Did you undress her slowly...

first baring her big, luscious magoombas?

Did she have any tattoos

or scars or anything?

I told you, I don't remember!

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