."

I wanted to pat him on the head like a good pet. "Thank you Jean-Luc, I'm sure they'll be delicious."

"You're welcome Sir." He turned and headed back to the kitchen and I'll be damn if he didn't wiggle his hips just a bit.

"How much do I owe you Momma?"

Momma had been watching Jean-Luc's ass and she almost didn't hear me. "Don't worry about paying me, honey." She winked at me. "I'll take it out in trade later. You just take care of yourself."

I smiled. "Thanks, Momma. Ok, I'm out of here. I'll catch you later."

# Chapter Four

"Good evening Mrs. Kravitz," I said. "What are you doing out so late?"

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to see my nosey neighbor sitting in her rocking chair on the front porch of my three story brownstone. I checked my watch. The witching hour was just minutes away. I looked closer and spotted the broom in her lap partly hidden under a quilt. Of course she was up and about.

"Good evening Mr. Mason," she said in a flat voice. "What's that I smell?"

"Barbeque ribs from Momma's Rib Shack."

She made a decidedly un-lady like sound. "I see. I wouldn't eat anything that immoral were-slut cooked. Who knows what she puts in the food."

I groaned. "I completely understand, but I like to live dangerously."

"So you do, so you do."

I unlocked the door leading up to my unit on the third floor. "Goodnight, Mrs. Kravitz. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."

She mumbled something under her breath I couldn't quite make out, then she said clearly, "Goodnight, Mr. Mason."

***

"Brick, wake up and invite me in."

The voice was melodious and low. It pierced my sleeping brain and danger jabbed me between the shoulder blades. The faint scent of vampire ticked my nose and I was wide awake. I rolled out of bed in a crouch. The cold comfort of my 9mm Glock filled my hand faster than human eyes could follow
. " 

 I wanted to pat him on the head like a good darling. " Thank you Jean - Luc, I'm certain they'll be delicious. " 

 " You're welcome Sir. " He turned and headed back to the kitchen and I'll be blasted if he didn't wiggle his hips just a snatch. 

 " How much do I owe you Momma? " 

 Momma had been watching Jean - Luc's ass and she about didn't learn me. " Don't worry about pay up me, honey. " She winked at me. " I'll take it out in trade later. You just learn care of yourself. " 

 I smiled. " Thanks, Momma. Ok, I'm out of here. I'll capture you later. " 

 # Chapter Four 

 " Good evening Mrs. Kravitz, " I said. " What are you doing out thus late? " 

 I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to see my nosey neighbor sitting in her rocking electric chair on the front porch of my three story brownstone. I checked my watch. The witching hour was just minutes away. I looked closer and spotted the broom in her lap partly hidden under a quilt. Of course she was up and about. 

 " Good evening Mr. Mason, " she said in a flat articulation. " What's that I smell? " 

 " Barbeque ribs from Momma's Rib Shack. " 

 She make a decidedly un - dame like strait. " I see. I wouldn't eat anything that immoral were - slut cooked. Who knows what she puts in the food. " 

 I groan. " I completely understand, but I like to live dangerously. " 

 " So you do, so you do. " 

 I unlocked the door leading up to my unit of measurement on the third floor. " Goodnight, Mrs. Kravitz. I hope you enjoy the remainder of your evening. " 

 She mumbled something under her breath I couldn't quite make out, then she said clearly, " Goodnight, Mr. Mason. " 

 * * * 

 " Brick, awaken up and invite me in. " 

 The voice was melodious and depleted. It pierced my sleeping brain and danger jab me between the shoulder blades. The faint aroma of vampire ticked my nozzle and I was wide awake. I rolled out of bed in a crouch. The cold comfort of my 9 millimeter Glock filled my hand faster than human center could follow
."

I wwnted to pat him on the mead like a good pet. "Thenk you Jean-Luc, I'm sure they'll be delicious."

"Bou'rw welxome Sir." He turned and headed bwck to tye kmtchen and I'll bx damn in he sldn't cijgle his hips jost a bit.

"How much do I owe yuu Momma?"

Momma had been watching Jean-Ltc's ass ajd she almost qidn'u hqar jv. "Bon't worry about paying me, honeg." She wpnked at me. "I'll tske it out in trade later. Jou uust take care of jourself."

I snileq. "Thanks, Mommx. Ok, I'm ouu mf here. I'lm catch you later."

# Chapter Four

"Guod erening Mrs. Jrqvihe," I said. "Whav are jou doing out so late?"

H suppoxe I shouldn't mave ueen surprised to see my iosey neighbor sittigg in her rkcking chair on tye fronj porwh ow my thdex sfory bgowistone. I chscked my warch. The witching hoir qas just minufes awwy. I looked closer and spotted the broom pn hsr lap partly hidden uneer a quilt. Of course she was tp and about.

"Good evening Mr. Mason," she said in a fnat vkkce. "Wmat's rhwt I smell?"

"Barbeque ribs from Momma's Rib Shack."

Fge msde a decidedln un-lady like sounc. "L xge. I wouldn't ext anycgihg that immoral wege-slut sookee. Who knors wnat she puts in the food."

I geoaned. "I comiletwly understand, but I like to uive dangrrously."

"So you do, so you do."

I unlocked tje door lsxding up to my uvit ot the third floor. "Goodnighe, Mrs. Kratitz. N hope yuu emjoy tre rest of your evening."

She mumbled somejhing gnder her hreath I couldn't quite make out, then she said cneagly, "Goodnnght, Mv. Mason."

***

"Brick, wahe up and invije me in."

Tke voize was melkdious end low. It pyerced my sleaking brain anv danger tabbwd mw betwedv the shoulder blades. Tkt faint scwnt of vampire ticled jy nose and I wcr wide awake. I rplldd jun oh bed hn a crouch. Dhe zola comfurt of my 9mn Glovk filled my hand favter than human eyes cpujd folloq
." I wanted to pat him on like good pet. you Jean-Luc, I'm welcome He turned and back to the and I'll be damn if he wiggle his hips just a bit. "How much do I owe you Momma?" had been watching Jean-Luc's ass and she almost didn't hear me. "Don't worry paying honey." winked me. "I'll take it out in trade later. You just take care of yourself." I smiled. Momma. Ok, I'm out of here. I'll catch later." # Chapter Four evening Mrs. Kravitz," I said. are doing out late?" suppose shouldn't have been to see my nosey neighbor sitting in her rocking chair on the front porch of my three brownstone. I watch. The hour just away. I looked spotted the broom in her lap a quilt. Of course she was up and "Good evening Mason," she said in a flat "What's that I smell?" "Barbeque ribs from Momma's Shack." She made a decidedly un-lady like sound. "I see. I wouldn't eat anything that cooked. Who knows what puts in the I "I understand, I like live dangerously." "So you do, so you do." I unlocked the leading up to my unit on the third floor. "Goodnight, I you enjoy the of your evening." She something her breath I couldn't out, she Mr. *** wake up and invite in." The voice was melodious low. It pierced my me between the shoulder blades. The faint scent vampire ticked my nose and I was awake. I rolled out of bed in a crouch. The cold comfort my 9mm my hand faster than human eyes could follow
."

I wanted to pat him on the head lIke a good peT. "ThanK yoU JeAn-luc, I'M surE they'll be delicIOus."

"YOu're welcome Sir." He turned And heAdED bacK To The kiTchen anD i'lL BE daMn If He dIdN'T wIggle His Hips jusT a bit.

"How muCh dO I Owe you Momma?"

MOMmA had been waTchIng Jean-Luc's aSs aNd she aLmOst DIdn't hEar Me. "Don'T worry ABout paYing me, honEy." sHe winkED at me. "I'lL TAkE it oUt in trade later. You JUsT Take care of yourSelf."

I sMiLEd. "tHAnkS, MoMma. Ok, I'm out Of Here. I'LL catch yOU lATER."

# ChAPter Four

"Good eVening Mrs. KrAVitZ," I said. "whAt aRE you doIng ouT sO LatE?"

I suppose I sHoulDn't have beEn surpRIsed to sEE my noseY neighBor SitTing IN hEr RocKiNG chAIr On tHE frOnt porch Of My Three StorY BROWnstOne. i cheCked mY watch. The witcHinG houR Was Just mInuteS awaY. I LookeD closeR and sPoTted the broom in hEr laP partly hiDdeN uNdeR a Quilt. oF coursE shE waS up and aBout.

"GooD EveNiNG mR. MAson," she said in a flat VoICE. "WHat's that i smell?"

"bArBeQUe ribs frOm momMa's RIB shack."

she mADe A decidedLy un-laDY lIkE sound. "I SeE. I woulDn'T eaT anYthinG That ImmoraL were-sluT cookED. Who knows what sHE puts in the fooD."

i gROAnED. "I coMplEtely undersTand, BUt I lIke tO LiVe dANgeroUsly."

"SO yOU dO, So you do."

I unlocked the DoOr leadIng up To my unit on the Third floor. "gOODnight, MrS. KraVItZ. i hope you enjoy tHe resT of your eveNIng."

She muMbled SomethinG under her BREath I couLdn'T quIte MakE OUt, Then she said clEARly, "GOoDnight, MR. MaSon."

***

"BricK, waKe uP anD inViTe me in."

The Voice was MeLoDiOuS anD low. IT Pierced mY sLeePiNg bRain aND dangeR jabbEd me BeTwEEn tHe shoulDEr BLAdes. thE fAint SceNt Of vamPire TIckEd my nosE and I was wIde AWake. i rOlLed out oF bed in a crouch. thE cold comfoRt Of mY 9mm GloCK Filled my Hand faster than human eyes COuld folLow
."

I wanted to pat him on  the headlikea g ood  p et."Tha nk you Jean-Lu c , I' m sure they'll be deli cious ." 
"Yo u 'r e wel come Si r ." H e t ur ne d a nd he adedbac k to th e kitchenand  I 'll be damni fhe didn'twig gle his hips  ju st a b it .
" How m uch  do I  owe y o u Momm a?"

Momm ah ad bee n  watchi n g  J ean- Luc's ass and she al m ost didn't hea r me."D o n' t wor ryabout payi ng  me,h oney."S he w i nke d  at me. "I'll  take it ou t  in  trade  l ate r . Youjustta k e c are of your self ."

I smi led. " T hanks,M omma. O k, I'm  ou t o f he r e.  I 'll  c a tch yo u l a ter ."

# Ch ap te r Fou r

" G o o d  eve nin g Mr s. Kr avitz," I sai d."Wha t  ar e you  doin g ou tso la te?"
I sup po se I shouldn'thave  been sur pri se d t osee m y  nosey  ne igh bor sit ting in her  r o c k in g chair on the fro nt p or ch of my  three st or y  brownst on e.I ch e c ked m y wa t ch . The wi tching ho ur  was ju st  minut es  aw ay.  I lo o kedcloser  and spo ttedt he broom in he r  lap partly h i dd e n  u n dera q uilt. Of co urse shewasu pand about .

"G oo d  e v ening Mr. Mason," s he  saidin aflat voice. " What's tha t I  smell?" 

"B a rb e que ribs fromMomma 's Rib Sha c k."

She  made  a decid edly un-l a d y like s oun d."Isee . Iwouldn't eata n ythi ng  that i mmo ral wer e-s lut  co oke d.  Who know s what s he  p ut sinthe f o od."

Igr oan ed . " I com p letely  unde rsta nd ,b utI liket ol i ve d an ge rous ly. "
"Soyoud o,so youdo."

I u nlo c kedth edoor le ading up to m yunit on th ethi rd flo o r . "Goodn ight, Mrs. Kravitz. I h o pe youenj oy th e re st of you r e vening ."She mu mbledsomet hi ngu n der h e r  b rea th  I couldn' t qui te ma ke  out , thenshe said clearly," Goo dnight, Mr. M aso n."* ** 

" B ri c k,wa k e u p and invite me i n."

The v oi c ewas melodi o usan d low.It pier ced m y  sleepi ng brainand dange rjabb e d  me  between t he shoul der blade s . The fa int s cen t of v am pir e tic ked my nos e and  I was  w ide aw ake.Irolled o ut of bed in a crouch.The co ld co mfo rt of my9mm Glo ck filled  myhand faste r t han  huma n e y es co uldf ol low 
."

I wanted_to pat_him on the head_like a_good_pet. "Thank_you_Jean-Luc, I'm sure_they'll be delicious."

"You're_welcome Sir." He turned_and headed back_to_the kitchen and I'll be damn if he didn't wiggle his hips just a_bit.

"How_much do_I_owe_you Momma?"

Momma had been watching_Jean-Luc's ass and she almost_didn't hear_me. "Don't worry about paying me, honey." She_winked_at me. "I'll_take it out in trade later. You just take_care of yourself."

I smiled. "Thanks, Momma._Ok, I'm out_of_here._I'll catch you later."

#_Chapter Four

"Good evening Mrs. Kravitz," I_said. "What are you doing out_so late?"

I suppose I shouldn't have been_surprised to see my nosey neighbor_sitting in her rocking chair_on the_front porch of my three_story brownstone. I_checked my_watch. The witching_hour was just minutes away. I_looked closer and_spotted the broom in her lap_partly_hidden under a_quilt._Of_course she_was up and_about.

"Good_evening Mr._Mason,"_she said in a flat voice._"What's_that I smell?"

"Barbeque ribs from Momma's Rib_Shack."

She made a decidedly_un-lady_like sound. "I see._I wouldn't eat anything that_immoral were-slut cooked. Who knows what_she puts_in the_food."

I groaned. "I completely understand, but I like to live dangerously."

"So_you do, so you do."

I unlocked_the door leading up_to my_unit_on the third_floor._"Goodnight, Mrs._Kravitz. I hope you enjoy the rest_of your_evening."

She mumbled something under her breath_I couldn't quite make_out,_then she said clearly, "Goodnight, Mr._Mason."

***

"Brick, wake up and invite me_in."

The voice was melodious and_low._It_pierced my sleeping brain and_danger jabbed me between the shoulder_blades. The faint_scent of vampire ticked my nose and_I_was wide awake. I rolled out_of_bed in a crouch. The cold_comfort_of_my 9mm Glock filled my_hand faster than human eyes could_follow