She sat in her shack as the forst twinkled on the lonely lot outside. Alucard swooped down, a quiet voice through the gathering mist. "Will you wear something for me?" She started. Her last man had gone a long time ago. Little by little he had gone away, leaving just regrets, resentment: and unfulfilled desire.

She rummaged in a drawer. How long it was since she put her sexiest stuff on! But the voice had prompted her, the voice so warm , yet smiling out of the frigid prairie dark. The voice suggested a pose, and she complied.

Little by little Alucard's voice stole onto her hand, up to that lacy bra that made her breasts feel special, onto those unappreciated breasts he stroked through her. down his voice directed a gentle hand, inside those panties, the ones she wore so rarely now, and plunged anmidst the soft cleft of pleasure, stroking and caressing, exploring deeper, firmer, stronger, back and forth, back and forth...

She squealed and bucked, released, then Alucard was gone into the night. But now she smiled.