**Chapter II**
We made good time getting home, despite the car accident and traffic jam that forced us to wait for almost thirty minutes. But I didn’t mind. Idle time meant busy hands, and boy, were our hands busy. We pretty much fondled each other all the way home; his hand in my pants and mine in his. Tinted windows hid so many things, just like dark shadows and I could never get enough of John’s rough hands on my skin. I would drink that sensation every time it became available.
We pulled into the garage around 5:00 pm and with a single press of a button, the large doors closed behind us. The garage was triple wide, though the BMW and Spider ate up the other two spots. And don’t get me started on the attached two-story house that was pretty much a mansion nestled in the woods, at the end of a long, private driveway. It was insanely beautiful and spacious. The perfect place to feed, store hosts, and grow.
“You hungry?” said John.
“Always!” I responded.
We walked inside via the adjacent doorway, and I planted myself down on one of the kitchen chairs.