Abby shrugged. It felt like a failure on her part. She didn't want whatever Laura had planned to fall apart because she couldn't handle Camille, because she couldn't deceive her. "I'll be fine," she whispered.
"Perhaps we should be more careful in our edits?" suggested Abby.
"No," said Laura. "Oh ... uhn," she moaned again and grabbed the two buns on Miss Lancaster's head.
"She threatened me," said Abby. "She's dangerous."
"She's getting weaker everyday."
"Please," whimpered Abby. She closed her eyes and saw the sharp green eyes of Camille, almost yellow as they dilated, as she showed her fangs. She could still hear the low snarl trapped in the vampire's throat.
"No," said Laura. "But you ... oh god ..." Laura bucked her hips, grinding hard against Miss Lancaster's tongue. She pulled on the asian woman's hair, pressing her mouth against Laura's lips. She bucked her hips, grinding against Miss Lancaster's mouth.
