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"Oh." She nodded. "Technically, I'm undead, but I understand."

"You do?"

"You don't want to share me."

"Uh..." That wasn't exactly what I'd meant.

"I don't blame you," she said. "I'm the jealous type, too."

"You are?" I winced as she rubbed her thumb around the head of my penis, but only because it felt so good. I kinda loved the way she jerked me off.

"I'm not a slut or anything," Shelly said. "I used to be a prostitute, sort of, back in the eighties, but not anymore."

"You did? I mean, you're not?" I blinked at her. "What? You're a vampire prostitute?"

"Not anymore," she assured me. "After the Revolution, I married a winemaker from Nogent-sur-Seine. He had the most wonderful vineyards."

"What revolution?" I almost smiled, but I still felt a bit confused.

"I still own it," Shelly said with a giggle. "I leave it to my daughter every fifty years or so and ... What?"

"I don't understand," I sighed. "You said you were a prostitute in the eighties, but you own a winery in France?"

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