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kiss as Alicia started twisting and moaning. Amy felt her friends breasts push against her own and despite herself, she found herself getting aroused.
    But it didn’t last.
    “ What the fuck!” Tucker shouted. “In my house. You do this in my house!”
    Amy broke out of the kiss.
    “ Tucker!” she said.
    “ I’ll kill the son of a bitch!”
    “ Yikes!” Alicia sat up. “We’re busted, girl,” she said and that stopped Tucker cold.
    “ You’re a lesbian?” Only an instant ago he’d been filled with rage. Now he seemed perplexed.
    “ Tucker,” Amy said. “I’m sorry, I love you, you know I do, but I’ve always been this way. I thought with you, I could change, but I don’t think I can.”
    “ What are you saying?” Tucker squinted his ice blues, pierced her with a stare.
    “ I’d never been with a man before you. I was hoping, because of the way I felt about you, that it would, well, you know?”
    “ You thought I could make you straight?” The blood seemed to be fading from his face.
    “ I don’t know. I thought maybe, but I guess even you can’t change me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” At that point she thought she’d over played it, but then he smiled and she knew it was going to be okay.
    “ I don’t know what to say. I think I’m flattered.” His icy eyes lost their hostility. “I’ve never been with a virgin before. And I never would’ve dreamed one would actually want me to be the one.”
    “ Technically, I wasn’t a virgin, I’ve been with women.”
    “ That doesn’t count.”
    “ Girl come back to me.” Alicia gently shook her. “Where were you?”
    “ Thinking about you and me and the other day.”
    “ Got away by the hair of our chinny chin chins I think.”
    “ Yeah.” Amy looked around the ballroom, took in the costumed partygoers. She and Alicia were wearing matching outfits, Alicia’s black, Amy’s white. French knickers, which hid hardly anything at all, and skimpy bras, which revealed everything. She needed to be seen with Alicia, needed others to verify her lifestyle, needed it to get back to Tucker.
    “ Let’s dance.” Alicia pulled Amy out of her chair, led her to the dance floor as someone took their picture. It seemed cameras were flashing all over the place. Plus, the radio station was going to have pictures of the ball up on their website. Only a few short days ago, if someone had told her she’d be online with hardly any clothes on, she never would have believed it.
     
    * * *
    Tonight, Lila Booth was a vampire, clothed in black, complete with cloak. She’d painted her face white, was wearing her signature blood red lipstick, had darkened her blonde eyebrows black and painted eight blood red teardrops under her dark eyes, four under each eye, signifying the seven men she’d killed. The eighth teardrop was for Amy Eisenhower, who would be her first female victim.
    Lila was going to do her in a crowded room and she was going to walk away. By the time anybody figured out the girl was dead, she’d be in her car, heading home. Lila smiled, turned into the Silver Legacy’s parking garage and to her delight and surprise, she saw the shiny yellow 1966 Volkswagen Beetle Tucker had given the sweet young thing. The car was a classic, which looked and ran like it did the day it had come off the showroom floor all those years ago. Tucker only gave the best.
    “ Well, well, well,” she said aloud. She parked, opened her glove box and took out a Trackstick GPS tracking device. On her way out of the garage, she stopped by Amy Eisenhower’s car and stuck the Trackstick to the inside front bumper of the vintage Volkswagen.
    Lila never missed, but there was always a first time and just in case this was it, she wanted to know where her quarry fled to, should she get away.
    She’d arrived late to the ball, wanting Amy to arrive before her, give the girl a chance to have a few drinks, get loose, get sloppy, let down her guard, if she had it up. But there were