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The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl
Book 1: Target Girl
Part 2
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jake took Béla’s suitcase and carried it out to his truck.

“Anything breakable in here?” he asked, grinning at her, still not believing she was willing to go with him.

“No, just clothes,” Béla assured him.

Jake unceremoniously tossed the suitcase into the bed of the pickup, then opened the passenger door and picked Béla up.

“You going to throw me in, too?” Béla asked, startled at the callous way he was treating her stuff.

“No, Darlin’,” Jake replied, still grinning at her.

He hoisted her up almost to his shoulders, then turned her around and gently placed her in the seat.

“Thank you,” Béla murmured, definitely not used to being treated in quite this manner, and undecided, even, in what manner she was being treated.

Jake climbed in his side a few seconds later, and they were on their way.

“Where are we going?” Béla asked, then remembered. “We’re not still doing that Master/Slave thing, are we?”

“No,” Jake replied, “Not unless you want to.”

“I don’t want to,” Béla told him.

There was an awkward moment of silence as Béla studied the dashboard of the old truck, trying to determine which lever to move to get any heat.

“Heater don’t work,” Jake said, figuring out what she was trying to do.

“Oh,” Béla said. “Where are we going?”

“My apartment,” Jake replied, and smiled at her as friendly as he could, trying to get her to relax. She seemed really nervous.

Béla didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then decided to make some effort at conversation.

“What do you do, anyway?” she asked.

“What, you mean like, work?” Jake asked, looking over at her for a second. He really liked the way she looked even in this dim light. He felt a shiver of excitement travel down his back. He thought he noticed Béla shiver, too, but that might be because she was cold.

“Well, yeah,” Béla said. “I was just curious. About your work, I mean.”

“I’m an electrician by trade,” Jake told her. “That means I’m not doing electrician work.” He grinned. “I read meters for the Metro Gas and Electric.”

“Really?” Béla asked, smiling at him, now.

Jake almost forgot to watch the road – her smile was so alluring. After a quick maneuver to straighten his truck, he paid more attention to the road.

“You get a lot of action roaming through people’s backyards?” Béla asked, grinning at him, now.

Jake’s mouth dropped open. He’d never, ever talked to a girl about having sex with other girls. It was just something he didn’t do.

Béla laughed at his expression. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought… Well,” she sighed. “Never mind. I’m sorry.”

“No-no,” Jake said quickly, regaining his composure somewhat. This was no stranger sitting next to him – last night he’d shot her, then stabbed her several times – and she still came with him tonight. “It’s alright. I, um… Well, I have surprised a couple of ladies ‘in-flagrant-y’. I would be lying to say I didn’t take unfair advantage.”

“Naughty boy,” Béla giggled. “Who made the first move? When you surprised them, I mean.”

“Oh! Well, one lady, her name was Trish,” Jake began to explain. “I caught her in her hot tub without anything on. You know, the company sends out notices with the bill saying what day I’ll be there, and she was naked in her backyard three months in a row. I kind’ve took that as a sign, you know?”

“Yes,” Béla grinned, wanting to hear more.

“So…” Jake continued, hesitantly. “We, um… did it. In her hot tub.”

“Did she like it?” Béla asked, enjoying Jake’s discomfort immensely.

“I guess,” Jake said, not wanting to get any more personal about the other girl. “She has me in every month, even in the winter. I guess you could say she’s my monthly piece.”

Béla laughed as Jake’s face turned beet red.

“Wait!” Jake cried. “I don’t mean it like that!”

“It’s okay, Jake,” Béla chuckled. “I understand. I’m not exactly Miss Purity, here.”

“Yeah?” Jake asked, anxious to turn the tables. “What’s it like, bein’ a stripper? You get… you know?”

“Definitely!” Béla heartily agreed. “I get lots of… you know!”

“So… we’re not doing anything, uh… special, huh?” Jake asked, not certain if he should be disappointed or not.

“What?” Béla asked, surprised at his question. “Oh, Of course we are! You’re the first guy in a long time that I’ve packed a suitcase for. I don’t let just anybody shove a gun up my… um…”

“It’s okay,” Jake interrupted. “I get it. We’re both, um, second-hand.”

Béla gazed at him more solemnly, now. “You have no idea!” she told him.

“You had a lot of guys?” Jake wanted to know.

“That’s the first question out of every man’s mouth as soon as they find out I strip,” Béla replied, more sullen, now. “And I never, ever answer it.”

“Sorry,” Jake said. “I really don’t know what to talk to you about.”

“How did you know where to take me last night?” Béla wanted to know.

“Oh, that,” Jake said, glad to have a question he could answer. “Well, I know what buildings and houses are unoccupied – it’s part of my job, you see. And I sort of… Um, well, I turned the electricity on in the abandoned brownstone a couple of hours before I picked you up.”

“And the shackles on the wall?” Béla asked. “They were already there?”

“No, of course not!” Jake replied, actually grinning at her naivete. “I did everything at the same time – got an electric heater, turn on the power and installed the shackles over that old, abandoned bed. I had to get the bed from another abandoned house.”

“That was a lot of effort,” Béla said, impressed at the amount of work he’d put into trying to impress her with his ‘domination’ act.

“Yeah, I guess,” Jake replied. “Well, here we are.”

He pulled the truck up to the curb and stopped. Getting out, he halfway climbed into the back and rescued Béla’s suitcase, then came around her side and actually opened the door for her.

“I have to climb down by myself?” Béla asked, grinning to let him know she wasn’t serious.

“Well, I got the suitcase,” Jake replied, feeling a little lame about not helping her down out of the truck.

Once inside Jake’s apartment, he set the suitcase down and found a light switch. Béla followed, her wide eyes taking in everything. The apartment smelled… lemony. In fact, Jake smelled lemony. No, Jake smelled like…

“You smell like ‘Comet’,” Béla said before she could stop herself.

“Well, I wanted to clean the place up a bit,” Jake replied after a moment.

Béla looked around the apartment. There were posters and pictures everywhere – mostly of over-enhanced females in compromising and often dangerous situations.

“Wow,” Béla murmured, as she moved from drawing to drawing. She had never seen erotic art of quite this nature before. “This ‘Boris’ guy is really… something. You realize that girls don’t really look like that, don’t you?”

Jake looked at her for a moment. “It’s art. It’s supposed to communicate something.”

“It communicates,” Béla grinned. “This guy is really, really horny!”

“I can take them down…” Jake said, not really wanting to get all his posters and drawings wrinkled up.

“No, It’s okay,” Béla interrupted. “I like them. He’s trying to show… the indomitable female spirit, I think. It’s really quite erotic. The more I see, the better I like them. Hum, this wall is different. The girls are fuzzier.”

“Different artist,” Jake explained. “Listen, are you, uh, hungry? Or anything?”

Béla was studying one of the drawings, looking for a name. She finally found it. ‘Frazetta.’

“Uh, no, I mean, yes,” Béla replied. “Do you have anything here?”

Jake grinned. “Yep! It’s in the kitchen.”

Béla didn’t really know what she might be having tonight. She couldn’t smell anything. Then Jake was back, looking dejected.

“Oven quit working,” he muttered.

“Oh!” Béla replied, trying not to make him upset. “Well, at least it didn’t blow up.”

“It’s electric,” Jake replied, sounding disgruntled. “I just fixed it last week.”

Then Béla remembered his ‘profession’ – Electrician. He was embarrassed that something he fixed broke again so quickly.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not really hungry.”

She barely got the words out before her stomach let loose with a loud growl. Jake just looked at her.

“You like pizza?” he asked, “They’re frozen, but I can heat one up in a skillet.”

“That’d be fine,” Béla replied. “Um, Is there, uh… Can I… Where am I going to, um, sleep?”

“Oh!” Jake said. “This way!” He motioned with his arm and led the way into the bedroom. “I’ll get your suitcase.”

“Thanks,” Béla replied.

In a moment, Jake was back and set the suitcase on the bed. Béla looked around the room. There were clothes and junk everywhere. It was obvious he didn’t have another girlfriend.

“Bathroom’s through there,” Jake pointed toward a darkened door.

Béla nodded and walked over to the closet, which had no door on it. She gave his clothes, what few were hung up, a shove to one side, then went back and opened her suitcase. She’d packed quickly and neatly – a handful of panties and stockings, and several changes of clothing, still on the hangers. Inside the top was all her bathroom stuff. In five minutes, she was completely unpacked.

Jake was gone; probably in the kitchen trying to recover from what was obviously turning out to be a disastrous evening. She decided to rescue him, and quickly stripped off her clothes while he was still absent. She had brought two costumes with her, just in case… and she quickly put one on, now.

The fishnet stockings already had a run, which was why she put them on instead of a good pair. After all, Jake might want to cut them off her like he had last night when he’d ruined her most expensive pair of stockings. Finally satisfied with her suggestive appearance, she climbed into the middle of the bed and faced the door on her knees with her legs spread wide like the girl in the drawing with the demon almost caressing her with those wickedly sharp claws.

She waited.

She waited some more. There were noises in the kitchen, so she knew Jake was there, doing something, anyway.

She was starting to get cold. Then she noticed that the heat vent over the door was closed. Hopping up, she walked over and stretched up to pull it open. The whole thing came down on top of her, covering her with years of accumulated dust and dirt from inside the vent.

“Auk! Fuck!” Béla yelped, spitting dirt out of her mouth. She vigorously slapped and brushed at the clinging residue from the fallen vent, trying to get it off and only succeeding in spreading it all over her.

“What’s the matter?” Jake asked, suddenly appearing. “What happened? My God, you look terrible!”

Béla was so flustered she couldn’t find words to tell Jake how miserable she was right this instant. She stood in front of him, filthy dirty and mostly naked – her alluring demeanor completely destroyed.

“I…” she tried to say. “I… Oh, Jake, I want this to work so much! And everything is terrible! I wanted to dress sexy for you, but I got cold and the vent broke and I’m hungry and dirty, and you’re out in the kitchen doing god know what…”

“Hey,” Jake said, reaching toward the filthy, crying, practically naked girl standing in the middle of his bedroom. “It’s okay. We’ll get you cleaned up. Okay? Just come on into the bathroom, and we’ll get all this dirt off.”

Béla meekly followed, hoping that, at least, there would be hot water for a shower. There was. After using it all up, she felt a lot better. Coming back into the bedroom, she found that Jake had cleaned up the mess from the broken vent. She could smell food, now, and her stomach told her she was starved.

Wrapping a towel around her, she started for the bedroom door. Jake stuck his head around the corner before she got there.

“Supper is served, Madam,” Jake said, coming into the bedroom and formally bowing. “And if I may say, Madam, you look delightful!”

“Thank you,” Béla said quietly, and followed him out of the room.

She carefully sat down at the table and waited while Jake brought a huge, black skillet in and set it down. It was sizzling, and smelled delicious.

“I started with a frozen pizza,” Jake explained as he dished out a mess of wonderfully smelling, but nearly unrecognizable stuff onto a plate for her. “And that looked a little meager, you know? I mean – you deserve so much more than a frigging box pizza, so I added some more meat and cheese and strained some canned tomatoes. I had to use another skillet to heat everything up so it would be ready quick. And so here we are. Chicago style – I hope you like it.”

“It smells wonderful!” Béla replied, smiling at him and looking pleased. The plate in front of her was steaming hot and filled with slices of sausage in a stiff cheese and tomato base of some sort. She had absolutely no idea what to do with it, and looked helplessly up at Jake, who already had a forkful of food halfway to his mouth.

“Oh!” Jake exclaimed, suddenly realizing that Béla didn’t have anything to eat with. Leaping up and nearly knocking his plate off, he ran into the kitchen and got more silverware. As he handed her a clean fork, he said, “Careful, it’s hot…”

“Thanks,” Béla replied. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

With the first bite, Béla was in heaven. Jake could cook! This was her first home-cooked meal for quite awhile. Despite the fact that this dish had started out as a frozen cardboard pizza, Jake had made it an incredible delight to eat. She was so relieved, because she was a walking disaster in the kitchen. Everything was going to be all right, now.

After she’d spooned a second helping of pizza topping onto her plate, Jake started to clean up.

“I’ll help,” Béla offered. “Just let me finish, first. This it way too good to waste.”

Jake waited while Béla finished off a second plateful of pizza heaven. Then they both carried stuff out into the kitchen.

“I’m not sure I want you in here,” Jake told her as he led the way. “It’s pretty messy. I haven’t cleaned up from making supper.”

Béla followed him in, looking around with those big, dark eyes of hers. “I’ll help wash up if you want,” she offered.

Jake declined, just rinsing the plates and sticking them in the dishwasher while Béla just wandered around the kitchen, casually snooping into cabinets and stuff, just to see what he had. On the pantry wall hung a dart board. Béla went over to it and pulled a couple of darts out of the target. As she turned to cross the room, intending to play darts while Jake cleaned up, she noticed a small pile of paper – pictures of naked girls from Playboy or Penthouse – some high-class magazine that did more than just spread the girl out and shoot her.

She picked one up and looked at it. She could feel Jake watching her from behind. There were little holes punched in the picture she was holding. Béla recognized them as holes from the darts she was holding.

“You use these for targets?” she asked, interested in finding that out.

“Uh, yeah,” Jake replied, not sure how she’d respond to that information.

“You’re pretty good,” Béla observed. “There’s not much tits left on this one.” She held up a photograph of a tall, willowy, big-bosomed blonde. There were a couple dozen holes in the page where her breasts used to be.

Using one of the darts, she hung the blonde on the dartboard and walked across the room. Her first dart got the page right in the blonde’s right eye.

“Whoops, I blinded her,” Béla joked. She threw another dart. This on got the picture right in the belly button. “Mmm! Much better!” When she threw her third dart, her towel came loose and fluttered down to the floor.

“Whoa, nice!” Jake exclaimed. “You’d be a lot more fun to throw at than some stupid picture.”

“What! You want to throw darts at my tits?” Béla asked, suddenly interested. “Okay, I’m game!”

Prancing naked over to the dartboard, Béla stood in front of it and wiggled her shoulders at Jake.

“Do me, Baby,” she cooed, and pressed her hands up under her little breasts, making them rounder and more appealing.

Jake picked up a dart off the kitchen table where Béla had left several and took careful aim. Béla shoved her chest forward and turned her head, holding her arms back behind her to make a really nice target of her tits.

Jake threw a dart and it sank into the softness of Béla’s left breast, just missing the nipple. Béla gasped and stared down at the dart sticking out of her. It had gone straight in all the way to the end of the point, but her breast was so soft that the dart dangled, threatening to fall to the floor.

Béla looked up at Jake and discovered he was intently watching her to see how she reacted to being hit with the dart.

“Should I leave it in?” she asked. “I’m not sure it’ll stay there.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake told her. “Just stand there and pose. I’ll pull them out after I’ve thrown them all.”

Béla gave a nervous half-laugh as Jake reared his hand back. He was holding another dart. She quickly resumed her position – tits forward for perforating, please, she thought cheerfully to herself. The next dart hit her right breast. Béla was breathing excitedly through clenched teeth as she held her pose, but she couldn’t help but let loose with a yelp when a third dart got her right in the middle of her right nipple.

“You okay?” Jake called out, concerned that she might not actually like this game.

“Yeah,” Béla said, resuming her exaggerated pose. “I was just surprised at how it felt.”

“We can stop if you want,” Jake suggested.

“No!” Béla exclaimed. “I’m having fun. Aren’t you enjoying it?”

“Yeah!” Jake replied, then grinned. “I’m enjoying it. I’m glad you’re here.”

The next two darts just missed her left nipple and then Jake was in front of her, gently extracting them. As he pulled each one out, he wiped the blood off that followed the tip of the dart. By the time he was again holding all five darts, Béla was breathing heavily and squirming, holding her legs together and gazing with pure rapture up into his face.

“You like that?” Jake asked, noticing her odd stance and the adoring gaze.

“Yeah,” Béla sighed. “Wanna do it again?”

“Sure!” Jake said happily, “Why not!”

Béla backed up against the pantry door again and thrust her chest forward.

“Stick your tummy out this time,” Jake told her. “I’ll see if I can hit your belly button.”

Béla changed her pose and arched her back to display her rather flat, taut belly. Jake sank a dart right into the middle of it, just below her navel. Béla grunted. This felt different than hitting her breasts, but she was a lot firmer down there, and it was still a really sexy sensation.

“You missed!” Béla cooed. “Try again!”

She swayed her hips from side to side, making her belly button harder to hit. Jake’s second dart missed its target, too, and sank into her belly right next to the first dart.

“Hey, buddy,” Béla called out. “If you’re going to aim that low, maybe you want another target…”

She jutted her pelvis forward, hoping to display enough of her pussy so that he could maybe hit it with a dart.

“Spread your legs a bit,” Jake suggested. Béla did, but it was more difficult to stand that way.

The next dart just missed her vulva, piercing the soft flesh just to one side. The fourth dart just barely missed her clitoris. Béla yelped at it struck her sensitive flesh and immediately pulled it out.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “That one took me by surprise.”

She displayed herself for Jake’s last dart. It struck below her clit, actually piercing through her flesh and into her pee hole. Béla sprayed the floor in sudden shock for a few seconds until she regained control of herself by pulling it out and holding her fingers against her slit while she healed.

“That was fun,” Jake said, as he pulled the remaining three darts out of her. “But I have a problem.”

“What’s that?” Béla asked, sighing with pleasure as he wiped the blood off each healing puncture wound.

“I need to penetrate you with something else,” Jake mused, his voice much more subdued.

Béla smiled and pressed forward against him. Yep, he had a raging hard-on!

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” Béla mused as she rubbed her pelvis against him.

Jake had his jeans down in only a second, then he was pushing against her, trying anxiously and much too hard to enter her while still standing. Béla laughed in nervous pleasure as she tried to accommodate him by lifting one leg up against his hip.

Then Jake sighed with pleasure as he felt Béla’s heated insides surrounding his hard member.

“Slow down, Cowboy,” Béla admonished him, breathless with her own pleasure. “You don’t want to come too fast…”

Jake grinned, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he enjoyed the pure sensation of having his hard dick sunk into Béla’s pussy. Jake’s legs were longer, though, and a lot of Béla’s weight was pressing down against him. She loved that he was pressing so solidly against her clitoris, and slowly began to undulate her hips, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock.

It took her less than thirty seconds to orgasm. Jake followed about ten seconds later, his jerking pulsations causing her to come again. After that, she was too slippery inside, and his cock slid right out.

Jake was embarrassed at the brevity of his performance and said, “What do you want to do for the other forty-five minutes?”

Béla didn’t understand, so Jake invited her to sit down in the living room (on her towel, of course) while he found his VHS copy of Grease. They watched it all the way through with only minimal heavy petting. Béla was delighted.

“I’ve heard a lot of the songs from that,” she told him, “but I never really knew how much fun it is to watch!”

By the time the movie was over, Jake was hard again. He lasted longer the second time. The third time, in bed, Béla managed to have several satisfying orgasms before Jake finally cried quits, unable to come again.

Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Béla smelled pancakes and wondered that Frank would make them special just for her. He hadn’t for ages. With a gentle waking sigh, she smiled and stretched her legs down the bed, not really wanting to leave the sensuous feeling of dreamy sleep behind. She stretched her arms, but they were being held in place. Puzzled, she opened her eyes.

“Fuck,” she muttered to herself as she discovered the problem. “I’m tied up.”

“Morning, Buttercup,” a familiar voice (That’s not Frank!) said from the foot of the bed.

“Um,” Béla mumbled, recognizing him. “Jake. You tie me up?”

“Uh-huh,” Jake admitted. “I didn’t want you getting away in the middle of the night.”

“You thought I’d leave?” Béla asked, surprised at the very idea that Jake might have abandonment issues.

“Well, except for the sex,” Jake grinned, “last night was pretty much a disaster.”

“You think so, huh?” Béla replied, smiling down her bare body at him. “I had a really great pizza, an incredibly exciting game of ‘darts’, we watched ‘Grease’, and if I recall, you fucked my brains out – three times. What part of that do you consider the disaster? And you’d better not say ‘that third time’…”

“Okay, you win,” Jake laughed. “Last night was okay. We had fun.”

“Okay? Fun?” Béla glared at him, now. “You need a lot of work on your social skills, buster – especially the part about ‘how to complement a female you just bedded’!”

I’m sorry!” Jake replied, sounding a little exasperated. “You were great! That’s the best sex I’ve ever had!”

“I was great?” she asked.

“Okay! You were incredible! God!” Jake cried.

“That’s better,” Béla conceded. “Now, untie me. I have to pee.”

“Go ahead. You’re lying on a plastic protector,” Jake told her.

“Jake,” Béla whined. “I don’t want to pee all over myself. Let me up! Please?”

Jake stood at the foot of the bed, just looking at her.

“Please, Master?” Béla asked, searching for the right words. She sighed and pulled apathetically on the soft ties around her wrists.

“They’re just Velcro,” Jake told her, looking disappointed. “You can get loose if you want.”

Heartened at his words, Béla yanked on her wrist bindings. They came free easier than she expected.

“Thanks, Jake,” Béla murmured as she scooted by, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as she headed for the bathroom. “You’re sweet!”

“Yeah, I know,” Jake replied, and slumped down on the bed. “But I really wanted to watch you pee yourself.”

Béla stopped and looked back at him. Then she held out her hand, offering to let him join her in the bathroom. Jake looked up, suddenly more hopeful, and reached out to take her hand. Leading him into the bathroom, Béla stepped into the tub.

“Ooh! That’s cold!” Béla shivered as she lay down in the empty white tub.

Scooting around for a minute, she finally managed to lie down on her back; her legs hiked over the sides and her pelvis jutting up.

Taking hold of the sides of the tub with her hands, she looked up at Jake, who was just standing there mesmerized.

“Ready?” she asked.

Jake nodded nervously and watched as Béla’s stomach muscles tightened. Then a small geyser of yellow liquid sprayed straight up from her tilted pelvis.

“Wow!” Jake whispered in awe as he watched this alluring, sexy girl tilt her pelvis almost straight up. Her stream was shooting almost a foot in the air, then splattering back down on her stomach. “Jesus! That’s incredible!”

Béla turned her head up toward him, still pissing on herself and said, “You need to get a life, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” Jake responded, not even hearing what she’d said. He was too entranced watching her. As she finished and the yellow geyser trickled away, he seemed to come out of his trance.

“Now you get to wash me,” Béla informed him, and spread her sparkling wet legs wider.

“Huh?” Jake asked, not understanding.

“Clean me off,” Béla commanded. “I didn’t do this for my benefit, so you need to clean up the mess.”

“Oh, sure!” Jake answered, and looked around for something to use on her.

“Washrag, soap, warm water,” Béla intoned, sounding bored.

“Warm water?” Jake asked, finding a washrag, then turning on the faucet at the end of the somewhat aromatic bathtub.

Béla squealed as cold water splashed on her butt and squirmed away, scooting back and halfway sitting up in the tub. Then Jake was splashing water on her and washing her stomach and pelvis with a slippery, soapy rag. As the water warmed up, Béla began enjoying it more, scooting back down into the tub after a moment and shoving her pelvis up so he could wash it better.

“Oh, yeah,” Béla sighed as Jake’s warm, soapy rag began to concentrate on that sensitive area between her legs. “Do that for about an hour, okay?”

Jake smiled, knowing he was in her good graces again, and softened his scrubbing motions. Soon Béla was sighing and her stomach muscles were twitching. With a brief cry she jutted her pelvis up hard against his soapy hand as she orgasmed.

“God, you’re incredible,” Jake whispered, staring down in awe at her naked body lying in two inches of dirty, tepid water. “You are the sexiest girl I’ve ever known.”

Béla smiled up at him, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. “Thank you. That’s much nicer than ‘except for the sex, last night was a disaster,’ don’t you think?”

Jake laughed softly to himself. There was no way he’d ever be able to pose or preen or pretend he was something better. Not to this one. This one was too brutally honest, stripping his soul bare naked before her. But she bared herself to him, quite readily, he realized. He wondered if all strippers were like that.

Béla interrupted his reverie by getting up on her knees. Reaching forward, she snapped the elastic band on his jockey shorts and said, “Okay, boy, it’s your turn…”

It took her about three seconds of stroking his hardness through his shorts before it popped out through the slit in the front. Grinning happily, Béla puckered her lips and sucked the end of it into her mouth, giving his cock a long, wet kiss.

“I see you enjoyed watching me degrade myself like that, didn’t you…” she murmured, stroking up and down with her hand. “Or was it washing me afterwards that made you hard?”

“Both,” Jake grunted, enjoying the unexpected sensations of her hand and mouth against him. “But I liked it the best when you came.”

“Me, too!” Béla agreed, then got serious with her mouth and tongue, wetting him down, then taking his entire shaft into her mouth.

She was only able to take him all into her mouth for a few seconds, then his cock was expanding again, growing even harder. Béla backed off a little to keep from choking, then began fucking him with her mouth. After Jake shoved forward with a little too much excitement and stabbed his cock against her tonsils, Béla wrapped one hand around the base of his cock so he couldn’t do that again; her hand would be too much to get into her mouth.

“God! Can I come in your mouth?” Jake asked, his voice tight with erotic need as his cock began to twitch.

Béla pulled back to say ‘yes’, and Jake sprayed cum all over her face and mouth.

Béla knelt in the tub and stared up at Jake, letting his juices dribble down on her breasts and stomach. Jake stood in front of her, wondering where this relationship was going to go, and hoping for one more boon…

“Can I piss on you?” he asked, staring in excitement at the cum on her face and breasts.

“No,” Béla told him, looking disgusted and reaching for the wet washrag. “Two humiliations in one day are enough.”

Jake smiled in defeat. He stood there for a few more seconds, realizing he could do it anyway since she was kneeling right in front of him, then turned away and cut loose a powerful stream into the toilet. When he was finished, he wiped his cum, piss and Béla’s saliva off, then tucked himself back into his shorts.

Béla had gone back into the bedroom. Jake went in, knowing he had to say something to let her know…

“I really enjoyed watching you,” he began, sounding sheepish, “in the tub – you know? But… I won’t ask you to do that again. I know you didn’t enjoy doing that.”

Béla looked at him for a minute, then said, “Apology accepted.”

“Thanks,” Jake replied, grinning at her, again.

“What now?” Béla asked. “You want to tie me up again?”

“Um, are you hungry?” Jake asked. “I whipped up some pancake batter. I made some, but I ate them while you were still asleep. But there’s still batter left – I mean, if you want some.”

“Tell you what,” Béla replied with a sly smile. “You go make pancakes. With hot syrup and melted butter. We’ll eat in here, on the bed.”

“Sounds great!” Jake agreed, and headed out into the kitchen.

Béla put on the same fish net nylons she’d worn the night before, and looked around for another g-string. Putting one on, she got a headscarf and wrapped it around her bodice, barely covering herself with the nearly transparent material. Then she climbed back into bed and, figuring out how the bed restraints worked, secured wrists to the headboard as best she could.

She waited, listening to Jake in the kitchen. There was a pleasant pancake smell wafting through after a couple of minutes, and she heard the ‘ding’ of his microwave, probably heating up syrup and butter. After that, things started clattering around, then became almost totally silent.

Jake appeared in the doorway with a large tray. Setting it down on the bed, Béla could see plates, two little syrup dispensers and a half dozen pancakes. At the same time, Jake noticed Béla tied to the bed.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to feed me,” Béla informed him, sounding petulant but grinning wickedly.

“No problem!” Jake heartily agreed.

He speared a pancake and dropped it on a plate.

“No,” Béla corrected him. “Put it on my stomach.”

As Jake started to put the plate with the pancake on her stomach, she corrected him again. “Just the pancake – not the plate. Put the hot pancake on my stomach.”

“But it’ll mess up your, uh, top,” Jake protested, not wanting to do something that might upset her.

“Yeah, it will, won’t it,” Béla replied with a wide grin.

‘Oh! She had a food fetish!’ Jake realized. ‘She likes to be covered in messy, edible stuff. No wonder she didn’t want me to pee on her…’

Jake slapped the hot, cooked pancake down on her scarf-covered torso and grinned as Béla twisted around, reacting to the heat. Knowing what she expected, now, Jake poured some hot butter on the pancake, which quickly ran off and soaked into the thin material.

Béla hissed at the heat of the butter as it cooled against her tender flesh. Breathing more rapidly now, she said, “Now the syrup. Lots and lots of hot, sticky syrup…”

Jake didn’t have to be told twice. He started pouring syrup on the pancake, then moved his arm to pour it on her breasts, then down to pour more on the bare skin between the scarf and her g-string. Béla writhed and gasped under the heated assault, being careful not to lose the pancake.

Satisfied with his efforts, Jake picked up a fork and cut a piece off the pancake on her belly, then stabbed his fork into it, not too gently, and took a bite.

“Um, um!” he mumbled with his mouth full. “That’s really good!”

He cut and speared another bite, ignoring the jerk of her stomach when he stuck her with the fork, and held it up. “Want some?”

Béla stretched forward and opened her mouth. Jake moved the fork toward her face, but the bite fell off the tines.

“Oops, sorry!” Jake exclaimed, then stabbed the little morsel where it had landed on her right breast with his fork.

“Ow!” Béla yelped as Jake jabbed her tit with the fork. Then she opened her mouth and he shoved the still-warm, sticky morsel into her face.

“Glump!” Béla happily said, thanking Jake for the treat and swallowing it unchewed at the same time. She held her mouth open for more, like a baby bird begging for food.

Jake stabbed another bite onto the fork, then ate it himself, grinning as Béla whined playfully at her imagined loss. Then, instead of giving her the next bite off the fork, he leaned forward and, shoving his face against her syrup-sticky torso, picked up a large piece of pancake, broke it off from the main section and leaned forward, offering it from his mouth to hers.

With a pleased chuckle, Béla leaned forward as far as her restraints would allow and tried to suck the pancake into her mouth. Jake wasn’t quite close enough and he dropped it. The bite splatted down on her breast and began soaking up more syrup. Jake tried several times to pick it up with his mouth and ended up with a mashed mess thoroughly squashed into the scarf covering her breasts.

They both sighed in pretended frustration, each knowing the other was enjoying all this immensely while Jake went after the last bite of pancake – with a fork, this time. He fed it to Béla and gave her a chance to swallow it before clamping his hands down against her sticky body and greedily smearing syrup and melted butter all over her.

Béla giggled, laughed and thrashed on the bed as Jake rubbed his hands and face all over her syrup-sticky body. He finally got the ruined scarf loose and held it up, letting it drip on Béla’s stomach and chest for moment. Then, laughing, he put it over his own face and pressed forward, demanding a kiss from his well-secured houseguest.

Béla laughed and kissed him through the messy scarf, but playfully turned her head away when he tried to stick his tongue in her mouth with the scarf still separating their faces.

“Ever fucked a pancake?” Béla asked, noticing how hard he was as he hovered over her.

Jake shook his head, but he got the idea quickly. Without being told, he crudely dumped the plateful of pancakes onto Béla stomach and immediately began to squash them into her belly and breasts, making a terrific mess.

“Save some for down under,” Béla suggested, her legs already spread with Jake kneeling between them.

Grinning, Jake took a handful of squashed pancake and massaged it into her vulva. He took another handful and made sure some got inside her. Then without any further preamble or foreplay, he grabbed her sticky hips and shoved up inside her.

Béla gasped with pleasure and Jake moaned with relief as their torsos slapped together with a sticky sound. They stared, grinning at each other, for a moment, then Jake pulled back with his pelvis and slammed into her again. Béla’s whole body moved with the erotic impact and a slight moan escaped her throat.

Jake laid down on top of her as he continued his in and out motions, wanting to feel her sticky warmth all up and down his entire body. Béla grunted breathlessly with each thrust he made into her as he worked his arms around and underneath, forcing her to arch her back so that he could hug her more tightly against him.

As Béla became more aroused, she tried to wiggle her hips from side to side, as Jake’s weight prevented her from moving up and down. Their bodies were glued together with the syrupy mess they’d created earlier, and she found she couldn’t move at all. She began jerking as her orgasm got closer and she became more excited. At the same time, Jake was hugging her tighter and tighter, never wanting to let go as his need to merge his body with hers increased.

“Too much…” Béla gasped, her voice barely audible. “Crush… me.”

Jake hugged her tighter and felt her pussy muscles contract and pulse against his hardness. Béla arched her back, almost lifting him off the bed. There were several crackling sounds and Béla convulsed again, then stopped moving entirely.

“You come good, baby?” Jake asked, wearily raising his head to gaze into her eyes.

Béla’s eyes were open and staring at the ceiling. She wasn’t moving. Her entire body, including her pussy, felt very relaxed – limp, even.

“Béla?” Jake asked, a rush of terror and adrenaline racing through him as he realized something was seriously wrong.

“This is ridiculous!” Jake exclaimed. “You can’t die, you’re immortal!”

Jake raised up, still coupled with her, and stared down at her comatose body.

“Béla! Wake up!” he yelled into her face.

Then he put both hands on her chest and shoved down, hard. The crackling sound he’d heard a moment earlier gave him a horrid understanding. In his zeal to make love to her – to become one with her – he’d crushed her to death. He had squeezed her so hard that her heart and lungs were no longer functioning.

“Oh God!” Jake exclaimed. This was the second time he thought he’d killed her in two days. “Wake up, damn you!”

He continued to shove and push at her limp, unresponsive body for a moment. Then, enraged at her for dying on him, he began to rape her furiously, slamming his cock into her pelvis as hard as he could. In a few seconds, he was coming. He grabbed her by the hips and jammed himself into her as deeply as he could, nearly lifting her entire body off the bed.

Béla gasped and whimpered, suddenly breathing again. Jake cried out with joy and lifted her off the bed, hugging her tightly, again. He heard her ribs crackling yet again as he handled her much too tightly and immediately let go of her, letting her fall back on the bed.

His cock still throbbing with pleasure, he gazed down at his dark-haired little beauty. As she gazed up at him, he began moving inside her again. He immediately felt her pelvis muscles squeeze against him as though she was asking for more.

This time, while making love to her, he was careful not to squeeze her. But the image of holding her dead, unmoving body wedged itself into his mind. It had been a terrifying, but intensely erotic moment for him. As he came again, he imagined that Béla was limp and unmoving beneath him – which was hard to do as she writhed on his throbbing cock in the middle of her own orgasm.

They fell asleep, still covered with sticky syrup and mashed pancakes, Jake still lying halfway on top of Béla. Béla fell asleep wondering why her body felt like it was doing some major regeneration, not remembering she’d been dead for a moment or two. She only remembered that somewhere amongst all those wonderful orgasms, there had been one incredibly fierce, gut wrenching orgasm that had completely annihilated her senses.

Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Béla woke up and discovered she was in a bathtub. It was half-full of relatively clean, warm water that only smelled slightly of maple syrup. Her hair still felt a little sticky, so she slipped under the water to get it soaking wet before she applied any shampoo to it. After about ten seconds, she was startled by being violently yanked halfway up and out of the tub!

“Yaahh!” Béla cried, both in pain and wonder at why someone would yank her around like that.

“Béla!” Jake shouted at her. “Wake up!”

“Ow-ow-ow!” Béla yelped. “Leggo! I’m awake, dammit!”

“Thank God!” Jake exclaimed. “I can’t leave you alone for a minute but what you slide right under the water! Are you trying to drown?”

“No! I was trying to wash my hair!” Béla yelled back. “What hair I’ve got left after you yanked it all out!”

“You were drowning!” Jake explained anxiously.

“I was washing my hair,” Béla whimpered, trying not to be upset with Jake for ‘rescuing’ her. “Will you put me down? Please?”

Startled that he was still holding her up in the air, Jake lowered her down so that her feet could get purchase on the slippery bottom of the tub. Béla quickly lowered her cooling, wet body back down into the pleasant warm water. Glaring up at Jake, she twisted sideways, then curled up in the water, lowering her head down and moving her hand through her hair as it floated in the water, making sure it all got wet.

As she sat up again, she said, “Hand me the shampoo, will you?”

Jake handed it to her, feeling silly about his mistake, but realizing that she could have easily been drowning. He’d left her asleep, after all.

“Where did you go?” Béla asked after soaping her hair up and sliding under the water to rinse it again.

“Laundry room,” Jake explained. “Bedding and stuff.”

“Oh,” Béla replied. She let the water out of the tub while she wrung out her hair, still sitting in the receding water. When the tub was almost empty, she turned the water back on and stuck her head under the faucet to finish rinsing the soap out of her hair.

When she was satisfied, she sat up, feeling clean once again, and discovered Jake was still there, watching her.

“What?” she asked, concerned. “Is something wrong?”

“What? God, no!” Jake replied, smiling at her. “Something’s really right.”

He stepped aside to let her go past, then followed her into the bedroom.

“You made the bed?” Béla asked, pleasantly surprised.

“It needed it,” Jake explained. “Especially after what we did to it.”

Béla smiled and hugged him. “Thank you.” She kissed him gently on the mouth, then realized he had a hard-on again as it gently rubbed against her stomach through his jeans.

“Where in the world do all these come from?” Béla wanted to know. “Haven’t you ever had sex before?”

“Well, yeah,” Jake admitted, acting sheepish again, “but not with you…”

“Wow, what a complement,” Béla replied, then sat down on the bed, patting the seat beside her. “Well, come on, then.”

“I… I don’t,” Jake protested without really understanding what was upsetting him.

“You don’t what?” Béla asked. Gazing up at him, she could see the thought in his mind.

He didn’t want to cheapen the way he felt about her by just fucking her whenever he felt like it. He wanted her to want it, too. Otherwise, it just… wasn’t right.

“Oh, my…” Béla murmured. “Darling, the only reason I’m here is so that we can enjoy each other. Sexually, I mean. I don’t know if this will be a lasting relationship or not, but I plan on enjoying you as much as I can until I make up my mind. So… get over here so I can enjoy you!”

Jake sidestepped awkwardly over to his own bed and sat down. When he sat down, Béla laid back, inviting him to join her once again. She began running her fingers up and down her stomach and across her breasts.

“Do you want to watch me until you’re ready?” she asked, certain that she could get him interested in a very short time.

“Well…” Jake pondered her question, not certain how to answer it. Was she going to masturbate for him or something?

“You’ve been watching me since I got here,” Béla continued. “You want to watch me now?”

“What are you going to do?” Jake wanted to know.

Béla leaned close and breathed her words into his face; “Set myself on fire. Wanna watch?”

Without waiting for an answer, Béla stretched back on the bed and rubbed her hands over her breasts, then down her ribcage to her stomach. Artfully arching her back in imitation of a drawing in the living room, she thrust her belly upward and ran her hand down between her legs.

“Jeez,” she heard Jake whisper. “God, you’re hot!”

Béla smiled, knowing she could even make that ‘Boris’ fellow with his erotic drawings come in his pants. She remembered another pose that was drawn on his living room wall and imitated it. The bed moved and Béla opened her eyes. Jake was removing his jeans. His hard-on was beautifully immense.

“You ready?” she asked, knowing the answer.

Jake didn’t answer. He simply crawled toward her, his own body arching erotically, although Béla didn’t think he realized he was doing that. He was Adonis coming to claim his earthly maiden. Béla could see it plainly in his mind, so she acted the part of the erotic earthly maiden to the hilt – which was what Jake did when he made contact with her. He sank it in to the hilt.

They both moaned with pure lust as Jake shoved her down into the mattress, joyfully impaling her with his hardness. Béla wrapped her legs and arms around him, not believing how much loving she’d gotten in the last day. This time, Jake lasted almost a half-hour before he finally shuddered and grunted, pumping his cum deep inside her, then, exhausted, collapsed down on top of her, gasping for air and covered with sweat.

“Oh… (Gasp!) God! (Puff! Puff!)” Jake gasped. “You… Are… So… (Gasp! Pant!)… Oh, God…”

Béla was still shuddering, her pelvis twitching constantly as she found she was unable to stop coming. Finally, she just sagged under Jake’s weight and let the sensations rage through her body.

After a few minutes, Jake moved, trying to get off her. The slight sensation as he slid out of her caused Béla to have yet another orgasm – her body was that tightly wound from all the sex. She shook beneath him, whimpering, her body completely beyond her control – at least for the moment.

It seemed to Jake that Béla had finally passed out. But every time he moved, she arched upward with a weak semiconscious whimper, and Jake knew she’d just had another orgasm. He’d never known anyone who could come as much as Béla. She was pure sex. That was it, he realized. He’d finally found a girl who was made completely out of pure, raw sex.

Each time he moved, Jake was able to pull away a little further. Finally, he was free and could move without triggering another orgasm from Béla. Now, she could sleep and recover from their sexual marathon. That’s what it felt like – a marathon of sex. In the last day, since Béla’s arrival, he’d had at least ten orgasms, and she’d had… God, he had no idea. At least ten in the last half hour…

He sat on the side of the bed and watched her sleep. He realized Béla was right. He was always watching her. Whenever she was in the room, he just couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the most alluring, if not the prettiest, girl he’d ever met.

He sat, remembering that yesterday, after he’d dropped her off at the club and she’d agreed to meet him again that night, he’d gone back to the abandoned brownstone at the edge of town. He had to turn off the power and clean up any suspicious residue they might have left during their violent tryst.

When he’d returned to that room where Béla had been chained to the wall, the mattress was heavily saturated with her blood. It looked as though a murder had been committed. As he was cleaning up, he found swatches of her skin that he’d pulled off her writhing body the night before. They were dried out, dead, brownish pieces of her.

Holding a piece of Béla’s dried out skin in his hand, his erection grew as he stared at it and remembered ramming into her as he tore her flesh off her back. He could hear her scream; feel her body writhe in the agony of being skinned alive. He reached down to make himself more comfortable – to straighten his dick so that it wasn’t shoving out sideways so visibly obvious beneath his jeans.

Unable to help himself, he began to masturbate, still holding the dead piece of skin in one hand as he moved his hard-on back and forth inside his jeans with the other. In only a few seconds, he felt his orgasm approaching. Not wanting to soak his shorts with cum, he pulled down his jeans. His cock dropped forward through the slit in his shorts, already dripping cum from its tip.

Taking hold of himself, Jake stroked along the length of his cock, then, wanting more sensation, wrapped the dead swatch of skin around his cock and began to masturbate with that. In seconds, he was coming, spurting slippery, heavy grayish cum all over Béla’s dead flesh. He used the dead skin to clean himself off, then tossed it on the bed and pulled up his jeans.

Finally finished with his cleaning, he grabbed the electric heater and set it by the door, then picked up a trash bag and went around the room picking up cleaning rags and trash. As he reached the small pile of trash on the bed, he reached down, grabbed some and shoved it in.

Something warm and wet was on his hand. Grimacing, he remembered his little masturbation session and looked down into the trash bag expecting to see the dead skin that he’d jacked off on. He frowned, not really understanding what he was looking at.

The dead, brownish dried out flesh he’d jacked off on was pink and supple, as though it had just been torn from her body. It also seemed a little larger, but it had been dried out, after all. There was no trace of cum that he could see on the swatch of skin as he delicately held it up in front of him.

Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he’d wrapped her soft, revitalized flesh up and put it in his pocket. Once he got rid of the trash from the abandoned brownstone, he returned to his apartment, anxious to look at the swatch of flesh he’d retrieved. When he unwrapped it, he was disappointed to discover that it had died, again. But, oddly enough, it had grown together; the surfaces merging into each other where they were rolled together before it died again. He put it in a glass of water, thinking that if he got it wet, it might regenerate again.

Now, sitting on the bed with the original lying, sleeping peacefully right next to him, he remembered that glass of water and the grisly bit of human flesh he’d put in the pantry. Sliding off the bed, he went to look at it. It was dead and decomposing. He poured the water out through a strainer, then dropped the remains into a plastic storage bag and sealed it shut. With a sigh and a frown, he tossed the bag into the trash. It was just garbage, now.

Standing alone in the kitchen, Jake’s brows furrowed in thought. He had a microscope – almost a toy, actually – somewhere in the spare bedroom in all his stuff that was still boxed up. He went to look for it.

Jake was halfway through the room when a movement by the door startled him.

Béla was watching him. She was still naked. It seemed to be her natural state. By that, Jake thought, he meant that she wasn’t tense, like most girls when they had their clothes off in front of another person. She could be naked and relaxed, even in the presence of others. Being looked at didn’t bother her at all.

“Hi,” said Béla, smiling down at him. “What’s all this stuff? Is it all yours?”

“Yeah,” Jake replied, standing up and being surprised at how stiff his legs felt from kneeling on them so long. “A lot of this stuff was my folks. I thought someday I might want it.”

“Oh,” Béla replied. “Your folks are… gone, then?”

Jake nodded, trying to pass off the knowledge with a bit of a smile. He didn’t want to think about that.

“I’m sorry,” Béla said, anyway. “Were you looking for something?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jake said, glad to change the subject. “I used to have a microscope – when I was a kid. I thought I remembered it in here, somewhere.”

“Huh,” Béla replied. “Well, you probably don’t want some stranger going through your folk’s stuff. But if you want, I can help you look. I know how depressing it can be to go through precious, old stuff from an earlier life.”

“Yeah,” Jake replied. “You can help – I’d like the company.”

Béla smiled and stepped over to an obviously unopened box. Removing the lid, she began to carefully rummage through it. Over the next hour, Jake sat in the middle of the room, mostly talking about his life at home and his folks while Béla carefully went through one box after another, listening, nodding and occasionally asking a question as Jake talked.

“Hey! I found it!” Béla crowed, quietly triumphant as she pulled the little black instrument up out of a box. As she carefully disentangled the electrical cord from other stuff still in the box, she asked, “What do you want this for anyway? Or should I ask?”

“Well,” Jake replied, suddenly embarrassed, especially concerning the details of ‘how’ he’d learned what he had learned, “I wanted to study… uh… a piece of your skin.”

“Is this a piece you already have, or do you want a fresh sample?” Béla grinned, half-joking with him.

“Well, the piece I had, died,” Jake told her. “But, before, it was alive. Again, I mean. It was dead, then it was alive, but then it died, again.”

“You are seriously demented,” Béla decided. “Hold my hand and just think about it. I’ll get it. Okay?”

A moment later, she understood. She was very interested, and an experiment was definitely in order. But first, they needed to clean up the microscope and get it working again.

A half-hour later, they were in the kitchen. A bloody square on Béla’s arm was healing nicely, and Jake had a fresh skin patch from her body under the microscope.

“It’s dying,” he told her as he gazed at it. “It looks perfectly normal. The cells slow down as they run out of oxygen, then they just stop. Just like in Biology class.”

Béla smiled, not remembering ever being in a classroom, but she could see the image in his mind, and understood, somewhat.

“How long should we wait until the next step?” she asked, curious.

“Next step?” Jake asked, not understanding.

“You jack off on it and bring it back to life.”

“Oh! That next step!” Jake exclaimed, suddenly embarrassed, again.

Béla smiled as she felt the embarrassment Jake was radiating. He’d jacked off on her, fucked her in every hole, shot her, stabbed her and skinned her alive. He’d even watched her piss herself. And he was embarrassed that he jacked off on a piece of her dead flesh and that she knew about it? C’mon, get real.

“Um,” Jake hesitated, still embarrassed, “about a half-hour, I guess.”

Béla sighed, turned around and went into the living room. Sitting down, she picked up the little packet with the buttons that controlled the TV. Jake followed.

“How does this work?” she wanted to know.

“Press the button that sez ON/OFF,” Jake replied.

Béla looked at it for a few seconds. Then she looked up at Jake, seeming to concentrate. He could almost feel her nudging around behind his eyeballs. Then she pressed the ON/OFF button without looking down at black device in her hand.

Jake didn’t believe what just seemed to have happened, but he had to know, and he had to know, now.

“Did you just read my mind?” Jake asked anxiously.

The TV blared up, destroying conversation for a moment and giving Béla the opportunity not to reply to his question. Jake, distracted by the noise, sat down next to Béla and gently took the controls out of her hand, staring in wonder at her the whole time.

“You can read minds, can’t you,” Jake said, not asking, but needing clarification.

“And you can’t read,” he guessed. “You didn’t know what button said ON/OFF until you saw it in my mind.”

Jake pressed the MUTE button, killing all sound in the room except for their breathing. He waited for her answer.

“I can’t read labels,” she admitted. “I understand ledgers, and I can count. When I want to know how something works, I just look at the levers and dials or whatever, and I can feel the intention of what they’re for. But these little dead boxes are… too… inert. I can’t feel how they work.”

“You’re amazing,” Jake informed her. “You mean you can look at something and understand why it was made? And how it works?”

Béla nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“And your English is perfect,” Jake said. “I mean – I don’t mean that you don’t make grammatical errors, but you make the same grammatical errors that everyone does. It’s like you’ve always spoken English. I can barely notice an accent.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Béla admitted, then asked, “I have an accent?”

“Yeah,” Jake replied. “But it’s sooo faint, I can’t tell what kind of an accent it is. It’s like… you leaned a more ‘formal’ English that we speak now.”

“Languages are always changing,” Béla replied. “One must keep up with the times, mustn’t one?”

“Now that’s English!” Jake grinned. “I mean British English!”

Suddenly Jake brightened up! “That’s what’s been nagging me about your speech – the way you talk! You have so many different accents that they sort of all blend in together. You have a unique way of expressing yourself!”

Béla shrugged, not really wanting to get into a discussion like this. “I’ve traveled a lot. You ken different things from different places. Wherever one travels, the populace is unique. But I will confess, it’s been getting pretty crowded, lately, and crowds tend to destroy culture.”

Jake was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I can’t begin to decipher how many inflections from different cultures you just used.”

“Is your half-hour up yet?” Béla a