Mile High with a Vampire - Episode 9

The shortest episode yet in which Jet interrupts Quinn and Mary then they get to some heavy petting before shotgun blast to the shoulder victim Lucian and his crew come in and they start talking. 

In this episode I talk about Colonel Sanders, Centaur Anatomy (again) and more. 

Transcript

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Welcome back to Storytime with Uncle Beanbag Mile High with a Vampire Episode nine. I'll get it, Mary said quietly and stood to walk to the door. Quinn watched her go, her mind in an uproar of confusion as bits and pieces of their conversation looped through her mind. There were a lot of things she wanted to examine more closely, but right now, uppermost in her mind was Mary's revelation that she had to remove herself from her children's lives. Quinn couldn't imagine it. She had been away from Parker several months directly after the turn and was away from him right now, but this was just temporary. She loved her son and couldn't imagine having to give him up permanently. Ward Pet, she thought with a frown. Well, we haven't frowned for a while. Aside from being her twin sister, Pet was her best friend. She'd always been there to cheer up, cheer on, and to help out with Parker. God, she couldn't have survived without the other girls without their girls' weekends when Patrick had been away at conferences or other work related trips. Two of them would drink too much wine, get giggly, and sing and dance around the living room with Parker to the latest music. Actually, Quinn thought she could do with one of those weekends right now. They hadn't had one since this whole immortal business started four years ago, and she supposed they never would again, at least not with wine. Apparently wine didn't have the same effect on immortals. Alright, that's another question I had that I didn't vocalize is do they get drunk? I guess not. Which kind of makes sense with the nanobots because they filter out toxins and stuff and wine and alcohol in general. What are we watching? Quinn glanced around with surprise at the question. She stared wide-eyed as Jet flopped onto the bed next to hers, arranged the pillows behind his back so he could lean against the headboard, then cross his legs at the ankles and clasped his hands over his stomach as he surveyed the muted TV. Where'd Mary go? Quinn asked, her gaze sliding toward the entry even as she quickly dashed away any traces of tears on her face. God she probably had a red nose and she said she had to go out and get something. She'll be back as quickly as she can, Jed answered, picking up the remote and hitting a button to turn on the channel guide. The Shawshank Redemption or the Shawshank Redemption, he said. That's a hella good movie. Shawshank Redemption kind of flopped at the box office. It wasn't a good success, but since I believe it was TBS or TNT, one of the two bought Ted Turner um bought the rights to it and then decided to play it at least twice a day for years on his cable shows or his cable networks. That's pretty much where it got its audience. That's where I first ended up watching it. And it's a really good movie, yeah. But it was also s very saturated in the 90s and the early 2000s on cable TV. Which is where it got its cult following, pretty much. It's just kind of funny that they mention Shawshank Redemption here, because it's always on some channel at some point during the day. Yeah, Quinn agreed quietly. One of my favorites, but it must have just started. Raiders of the Lost Ark was on earlier. Not that we were watching it, she added wryly. Sacrilege, Jet said with brained horror. How could you not watch Raiders? It's a classic. I prefer the Holy Grail one much more than Raiders, but that's because part of it play takes place in Utah, and it's kind of funny to think about Indiana Jones and his father living in Utah for a while, rural Utah. Quinn smiled with amusement as his tea at his teasing and shrugged, you know girls, we like to talk. Hmm. Loudly too, Jen. Oh Lindsay Lindsay, we're not even three pages in. What the fuck? Hmm, loudly too, Jet said solemnly. When she raised an eyebrow in question, he admitted, The walls here must be paper thin, I heard most of your conversation. Oh, Quinn felt her cheeks heat up, but she was too busy going back over the conversation to see what he'd heard. Way too much she decided with dismay, and then said unhappily. So now you know what a mess I am. You aren't a mess, he assured her, getting up and moving to sit on her bed so he could slide his arms around her. Pulling her against his chest, he rubbed her back soothingly and added, At least no more than people. I mean, come on, a child of an alcoholic here, remember? Latchkey kid pretty much raised by the neighbor nice neighborhood lady. Quinn gave a surprise hop of laughter. So you're saying we're both messed up? Jet shrugged. Like Mary said, most people are. Good lord, you did hear everything, Quinn muttered, burying her face against his chest in embarrassment. Yeah, sorry, I considered turning the television on to give you privacy, but I didn't want to, he admitted. That brought another laugh from her and she sat back to I am dryly. At least you're honest or this is her. At least you're honest about it. You know, I was wanting more Mary. Now we're just gonna get Jet and Quinn, and they're probably gonna have a heart to heart and then they're probably gonna fuck and or whatever, but there's something about Mary, movie title aside, that I wanted to know more about. I don't think I'm gonna get that chance now. Jet's expression turned serious. I'll always be honest with you, Quinn. Thank you, she whispered, suddenly aware of how close they were, how good he smelled, the heat from his body, his hand on her ne her on her back. She suspected Jet was suddenly aware of their closeness as well because he closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again and smiled wryly. In the interest of honesty, I should probably tell you that while I thought you were hot in your dress pants and silk blasts, I find you really, really hot in a t-shirt and jeans. Oh, Quinn breathed, and was quite sure her nipples had just gone hard. Yeah, she's turkey dunning again. I'm probably gonna get the penetrative sex scene here. I want to make love to you, he added. But Mary will come back soon, so I don't dare. No, she said with disappointment. Then she cleared her throat and nodded. No, we better not. But I really, really want to run my hand over you and that t shirt, he announced. Run your hand over me? she asked bewildered. Yeah, I want to see if it feels as good as it looks, he said wryly, and then added. I wouldn't take it off, I just want to rub my hands over the top of the cloth cloth if that's all right with you. Gwynne licked suddenly dry lips and nodded. Yes, she whispered, and then leaned back a bit when he urged her to and watched his tanned hand move to her stomach and then glide across it briefly over the white cotton, before sliding up one breast and then the other. Your nipples are already hard little pebbles. The f he's actually saying that to her. He groaned, closing his hand over one breast and kneading lightly. Quinn bit her lip and watched with fascination as her body responded, her back arching into the caress, her legs shifting restlessly. When he then narrowed his attention to one breast, binding and rolling the nipple through the cloth, Quinn gasped and clutched at his shoulders, murmuring his name in a pleading tone. I know love, he moaned and kissed her hungrily as he continued to fondle her, but when his knee slid between her legs and rubbed against her through her jeans, Quinn pulled away with a groan and shook her head. No, wait, I want What do you want? he asked, when she hesitated. She licked her lips again and met his gaze before telling him, Mary explained about life mates to me. She told me about shared pleasure. Yeah, he murmured, running his thumb over her nipple and back through the brought and t-shirt. It's good. But I haven't really I mean, so far you've been caressing me when I've touched you and I haven't really been able to this is exactly how it's fucking written. So I guess she's just rambling. Been able to tell you it was my what was my pleasure and what was yours, and I kinda like to touch you without you touching me, she admitted, blushing embarrassed, but cu too curious not to ask. Jet's thumb stopped moving and he pulled back slightly to peer at her. Yeah? Quinn nodded. You consider that briefly and then ask, can I kiss you? Yes, of course, she said, smiling, pulling or a smile pulling at her mouth, then stopped him just when he started to lean down to do that, and added, just not right away, not till after I start touching you. Oh, he straightened again. Okay, go for it. When he squeezed his eyes closed as if in preparation for a punch, Quinn almost laughed, but she restrained herself and then reached out tentatively to press her hand against his groin. She heard him suck in a gust of air and felt his arm stiffen slightly, but also felt a shaft of pleasure shoot through her own groin as if in response to being caressed. Fascinated, she pressed more firmly and began to run her hand up and down over the bulge of his erection. Her mouth opening slightly in his pants. What? Her mouth opening slightly in oh in small pants. I thought it said her mouth opened slightly in his pants, but it says her mouth opens slightly in small pants as excitement, need, and pleasure begin building inside her response. As far as nerves go, clitoris is very much akin to a penis, even though it's much more sensitive, but it's the same basic structure there. It's just hormonal um changes that separate males and females produce two different entirely set different sex organs. So when she's touching his dick and he's feeling it, she's probably getting the tingle in her clitoris too. Which would make sense because, like I said, they're the same type of nerve structure, just different makeups during development of the the baby inside the mother's womb. Gwynna barely got three strokes in when Jet broke their kiss to growl, Oh god, I want to make love to you. Yes, she groaned, squeezing him a little harder. When we get to Toronto, he promised, pressing feverish kisses across her eyes and cheek. I rented a hotel room there, she panted. Then we'll go there, he gasped, his hands clutching at her shoulders, his hips bucking into her caress. I'll strip every inch of clothing off of you, and they both froze as a knock sounded the door, and then leaned his forehead on hers and groaned No. Toronto she sighed the word like a promise and then released him, eased her out of his pants. Wait, what? Her hand was in his pants? I thought it was just over the top of it. Did I miss a line? I'm not going back. Hmm. But it says she sighed the word like a promise and then released him and eased her hand out of his pants, her body aching in protest of the interruption. I thought she was just touching him over the top of whatever. Toronto, he agreed on a sigh. Or the plane if we're alone. We can join the mile high club. Who's gonna be flying the plane, Jet? Wait. Why did I think Jet would be flying the plane when they get out of there? I have no idea why I thought that. Like you aren't a charter member, she teased lightly, disentangling herself from him. How could I? I'm always the pilot, he pointed out. Quinn chuckled at that and then looked toward the door inside when the knock sounded again. I'll get that. You better she gestured to his open jeans. When did he fucking open his jeans? And then slid off the bed and walked towards the door, taking her time to be sure she was able or he was able to get himself put back together before she opened the door. But he was quicker than she'd expected. When she reached the door and peered back, he was already back together staying in front of the curriculum making coffee. I got a friend named Davy who guess you could say we're Eskimo brothers. Yeah, you could say that because his ex broke up with him, hooked up with me for a bit, panicked, and then went and moved back to Kentucky with him for a while, and then she moved back. But anyways, that was the second woman I was with, the one who talked to trees and had multiple personalities, fucking insane woman. I never had a good normal relationship. But anyways, Davy had a unique ability, which is pretty funny, where he could de-pants himself almost immediately. And we'd be walking around and we'd just shout out Davy Pants. So he'd pop the buckle on his belt, slide his belt out completely, take a half step forward and his pants would fall down, and he'd just waddle around with his pants down. Then him and I got really drunk one time at Thanksgiving, and we had the we had safety in mind that we removed all the bullets from our pistols. But we were super drunk on me and pistol whipping each other in the backyard at a uh at a friend's house and she got so pissed off at us, but we're like, Well, we're being safe. We don't have any ammunition in the guns. It was not really being safe at all. Now that I think about it, it was uh a pretty stupid thing to do, but it was funny whacking each other with our carry pistols. Oh the things you do when you get two rednecks together who like drinking mead. Smiling crookedly, when he glanced her away, she turned back to open the door, her eyes widened with surprise as she was confronted with Lucy and Argino. Once Quinn got over the shock of seeing the man she thought was still at the lodge, her eyes immediately shifted to his shoulder. Quinn started to open her mouth, but before she could say anything, Lucian growled, If you apologize one more time for shooting me, woman, I will be most irritated. Quinn snapped her mouth closed, then muttered, I suspected that's a common state for you as she turned to walk back to Jet. She planned to make herself a copy, but Jet was already doing that for her. Where's Mary? Gwynne quickly turned back with surprise at the question to see Dante had followed Lucian into the room. Several more people were on his heels, she eyed them with curiosity, recognizing Justin Bricker as an immortal she'd met while staying with Marguerite during the first several months after she was turned. And she'd met Anders, of course, and Dante at the lodge, but she didn't know the others. Mary said she had to go get something, she'd be back in an hour. No, this is Jet. Mary said she had to go get something, she'd be back in an hour, Jet explained as he mixed sugar and powder creamer into both copies. Probably food, Justin Bricker said happily when Quinn eyed him with curiosity explained. Dante texted her when we were on the way back. He's always hungry. She probably went out to pick up something for everyone to eat. Quinn nodded but wished Mary had said something. She would have gone with her to help. Yeah, but Mary wanted to give you time with Jet, and then the rest of these fuckers kind of broke that. She was distracted from the thought when Jet held out a copy in front of her, murmuring, thank you, she accepted the cup of steaming liquid, and sipped at it curious as her gaze slid over the people now filling the room. Dante, Justin Bricker, and the enforcer named Anders, who had so enjoyed watching her harass Lucian about her wound. There was also a couple made up of a nice blonde woman, a fair haired man who she didn't know, but it was the last three people who really caught her attention. They were just such an odd trio. There were two women and a man Quinn had never met before. While one of the women was short and curvy with long blonde hair and conservative business clothes, the other had dark hair with pucha highlights and was dressed in a scooped neck t-shirt, tight black jeans and high heeled boots. At five foot ten she was also at least six inches taller than the blonde, but with the dark haired man between them was even taller and damn near as wide as he was tall. Most of the male immortals she met were big men. This one was exceptionally large. You know Dante Anders, Bricker, Lucien said, and then gestured to the couple and added, My niece Basha and her husband Marcus knocked. Quinn's eyes widened slightly at the name. The man was obviously another relative of her brother in law, but the woman wasn't all Arginaux. The two families seemed to be well interconnected, she thought. Margaret had originally been an Argino but was now married to a knot, and so is this woman Basha. The other three that you don't know are Tiny and Mirab Tiny and Mirabu. Okay. Tiny Mirabu M Oh gosh. The other three that you don't know are Tiny Mirabu no Can't read fucking sentences again. The other three that you don't know are Tiny and Mirabu McGraw and Jackie Argino, Lucian announced. Jackie is the wife of my nephew Vincent, and Tiny and Mirabu are family. Who isn't Quinn murdered? Muttered Fucking murdered. Breeding startled laughs from everyone but Lucian. Justin isn't, he announced dryly. Hey, the enforcer protested. Why single me out? Anders isn't an Argino either. His wife saved the lives of my wife and children, that makes her and by connection him family, Lucian said mildly. Justin scowled at the proclamation and then dropped to sit on the end of the first bed, which acted as a cue for everyone to spread out around the room in search of seats. Several sat on the beds, a few took up positions on the couch. Dante hefted himself up on the kitchen counter until only Lucy and Quinn and Jet still stood by the copy maker. Lucian Arginal then positioned himself directly in front of Quinn and Jet and inspected them like they were butterflies pinned to the spreading board. So thoughts They knew exactly what they were doing when they came in. They knew exactly what the situation was and what was going on. Because Quinn doesn't have a filter on her thoughts and was broadcasting her horniness to everybody, so it em I'm sure they got a real big chuckle, or some of them did, about that right before Lucian knocked on the door. And then to have that many people filing into a two-bedroom hotel room is a little ridiculous, but they could have waited and let them fuck or something, but then they probably would have passed out again. So Quinn eyed him warily back and then her gaze dropped from his face to his chest again. Guilt immediately flickered through her as she opened her mouth. I did warn you about apologizing, Lucian reminded her. Quinn grimaced at that. Well, I'm sorry, but I mean I'm sorry, I thought it was Nika or Marta. I wouldn't have shot you if I realized it was you, she assured him. Could you think Lucian was Nika or Marta? Justin Bricker asked with disbelief, his amaz his amazed gaze moving over the large man. Her eyes were closed, Lucian said dryly. What? Justin squawked with disbelief. You shot without even looking to see who you were shooting? What if it had been Jet? He's mortal. He would have died. It couldn't have been Jet. I just finished locking him in the booze box behind me, Quinn snapped, but could feel the blush rising up her cheeks. It really hadn't been well done of her to shoot without at least looking first to be sure she was shooting the right person. Well, it could have been another mortal who wait, you locked Jet in the booze box? Justin asked at disbelief. What the hell is a booze box? Man, I missed a lot while I was stuck at the crash site feeding blood to Annika. Quinn scowled at him and then turned to arch an eyebrow at Lucian. I'm guessing there's a reason you're here. Finally we're getting to the fucking point. Lucian was silent for a minute and then asked, What do you remember about the crash? So we know from the back of the book that it was an attempted assassination or something like that. Quinn was surprised at the question but answered readily enough. I was sleeping and woke up to noise, chaos, and cold, she began and quickly ran through what she recalled of the crash, but at the end she hesitated and then admitted what she hadn't told Jet at the time because she hadn't wanted to upset him. When I got to the cockpit, I saw that we'd hit a cliff base. But at an angle, Miller must have seen the rock base ahead and either tried to turn the plane away to avoid the rock wall, or he deliberately turned the plane so that Jet wouldn't be hurt. Whatever the case, Jet's side was clear and only Miller's side hit the rock wall. They pushed the front of the plane in, crushing him. She had felt Jet go stiff beside her as soon as she started to talk about that, but she didn't look at him. She did let her hand drop down to clasp his though. When she squeezed gently, he squeezed back. I don't want to go back to the first episode. I don't remember them saying that there was that much damage on that side, but I do remember that Miller had been pinned. I guess they're just she and Lindsay wrote about that and then decided to expand on it here. I don't remember enough details about the first episode to say that that's exactly what happened. But I guess she's telling me this in episode nine now. You didn't hear an explosion before the window was blown out, Lucian asked abruptly. An explosion? she asked with amazement. Kira and her Kira and her guards all heard two explosions in quick succession before the plane plummeted, he announced. Gwynn swallowed but shook her head. I was asleep. I suppose that could be what woke me, but she struggled helplessly. When Lucian turned his gaze to Jet, the pilot said quietly, I heard a popping sound, but only one before we lost the engines. But you were mortal and we're in the cockpit, Lucian murmured. The women who were in the back by the engines are immortal and with a mortal hearing. Jet nodded agreement to that. So you think both engines blew? Sorry, this is Jet, so you think both engines blew? We know both engines exploded, Lucian assured him. Jackie and Tiny did a preliminary examination and found curled metal everywhere on both sides of the crash site. That's Jet shook his head. Engines don't just explode and two of them blowing at the same time. They found evidence suggesting the bombs have been placed in both engines, Lucian said quietly. We'll know more after the special investigator arrives and does a more in-depth examination of the plane, but it would appear that one of the bombs is either placed wrong or was defective and didn't do as much damage as the other. That's the only reason Miller was able to pull that engine. Nope. That's the only reason Miller was able to get that engine going again and level out the plane. Otherwise it would have been straight plummet to the earth, no doubt a fiery ending for you all. I'm wondering where on the engine the bombs were placed. Because depending upon where it is, you there's not that much tolerance inside of private jet engines for a bomb to be there and still function properly. Because she they flew from Italy. So they were in the air for a long time before those bombs exploded. It would make much more sense to have the bombs at like the struts that connect the engines to the fuselage near because I'm assuming it's like a learjet or something, private jet, you know, near the tail where's where the two engines will be kind of up higher on the fuselage. So it would make more sense to plant the bombs on the struts or on the exact opposite side inside the fuselage up on the ceiling, so that when they blow, both engines rip out. So that has me curious, but I'm never gonna get an explanation for that, because that's too much detail for her. Lindsay. Christ jet breathed, uh paling of the thought, and then he frowned and asked, Why blow up the plane? When Lucian's gaze slid back to her, Quinn straightened abruptly. What? Would anyone want you dead? The question surprised the startled laugh from her, and she pointed out, Everyone I know already thinks I'm dead thanks to you and your people. Well, except Pat and my son, she added dryly. Are you suggesting Pet hired someone to blow up the plane? Is Patrick dead? He was turned. She thinks he's dead. There's not been a confirmation on that. Is Patrick gone rogue and working with other vampires to try to kill Quinn for some fucking reason? Maybe because Parker was taken away from him? From what I gather Happened. Rogue Vampire moves in next door. Petronella is there helping take care of Parker with Patrick. Um the rogue vampire attacks Patrick, turns him into a vampire. Patrick attacks Parker, and then the Rogue Vampire also at that same time attacks Quinn. Is the rogue vampire dead? Is Patrick actually dead? Quinn and Pet somehow Pet got turned in the mix too at the same time. I don't know, but I'm thinking that it's probably Patrick who's the one who's trying to kill Quinn. That would make the most logical sense to me. But as we've read through this book, Lindsay Sands doesn't exactly follow a logical train of thought. She added dryly, are you suggesting Pet hired someone to blow up the plane? Lucian shook his head and glanced at Jet. What about you? He shook his head at once. Not that I know of. Lucian nodded as if that was what he expected, and then announced to the room at large, Until we figure out which person on the plane was the target, everyone who was on it will have to be under protective detail. Kira already has her own guard, Anners pointed out. And the comment made Quinn frown slightly as she wondered why the woman had bodyguards that traveled with her. She hadn't realized the women accompanying the blonde Russian were her guards at first. She just thought of them as a group of females traveling together. Now she wondered why Kira would need protection. She was immortal after all, unable to take care of herself. She'd have to ask Jet later. Quinn thought, as Bricker commented. It's just that she's asking Jet later. Well, I guess Jet has flown Kira and Annika and others around a lot, so he probably has more information on the Quinn does. All it took was Jet Thunderbuns to show his rippling abs, and then Quinn started being interested in what the fuck was going on around her. Quinn thought, as Bricker commented, yeah, she does. I doubt she will be happy to have our people added to it. I'm sure you're right, but I want to tell on her watching for trouble until this is over anyways, Lucian said grimly. Mortimer can assign one of you to partner her. Mortimer can assign one of you to partner her until then too. An extra pair of eyes when she's working cannot hurt. And Jett and Quinn, Anders asked. Quinn scowled at the dark skinned man sharply for dragging Lucian's attention attention back to them. Then shifted her gaze to Lucian and said, I want full time protection on both. Keeping together at the enforcer's house is probably best. It'll take less manpower. I also want wait a minute, Quinn protested. I have a room booked to the four seasons. And I have flights that I'm scheduled to pilot, Quinn Quinn pointed out. Jet pointed out. Lucian scowled at Quinn for interrupting and said, Then Mortimer will unbook your room. Turning to Jet, he added, and Bastion shall reschedule your flights to someone else. You two are now under protection. Prisoners again, you mean, Quinn said resentfully, seeing the possibility of finally making love to Jet in Toronto crumbling before her eyes. Ignoring her, Lucian turned to the others and said, Dante and Mary will ride back to Toronto with Jet and Quinn, but I need someone to fly to Italy to survey the security tapes. Whoever tampered with the plane may not have been caught by the security cameras, either inside the hangar or out. May have been caught. I don't know why I put not in there. The bombs could have been placed on the plane in Russia, Jet pointed out. That was our first stop before Italy, and we were there a while to refuel. Oh, so they went to Russia. Interesting. Yes, Lucian agreed with the brown. I'll contact Kira's father. He can have his people check the security footage there. He might refuse the suggestion purely because you made it, Anders pointed out. Lucian shook his head once. Not when this not when this might have something to do with the assassination attempt on Kira. The man's an asshole, but he does care for his daughter. Anders nodded and then all conversation paused. Everyone glanced at the door when it opened, Mary bustling in carrying half a dozen bags with KFC on the side. So when I initially picked up this book, I flipped randomly halfway through it and just read a couple paragraphs just to make sure it was something interesting enough for me to start a podcast off of. On it, Bricker said, heading for the door. Thank you for seeing to food for us, Mary. Lucian said, stepping aside that so she could so stepping aside so she could fuck me. So she could set the bags on the kitchenette counter. You'll have to take yours and go. The plane is here, and I'd like you and Dante to escort Jet and Quinn back to Toronto immediately. I'm assuming Canadian KFC is exactly the same as American KFC. Japanese KFC though, completely fucking different. High class, especially around Christmas time. I believe it's over a year waiting list to get KFC dinner for Christmas, which has become kind of a Japanese tradition, but it's a much higher quality food product. If you serve the same thing that they serve if you serve the same thing in America that they serve in Japan as KFC food, it would be crazy on how much of a difference there is. Because KFC in America is pretty shit. I remember really liking it as a kid, but now I had it recently and it's just all grease and all crap. Popeye's Chick-fil-A, almost everybody else does it so much better than KFC. And even the Colonel, Colonel Sanders himself, absolutely fucking hated what a mockery KFC had become of his original recipe and all of that. Plus, the first place he had the KFC was in Salt Lake City, which is where I was born, pretty close to where I lived for a while. And I used to go down to it, which wasn't the original because the original got destroyed, the Harman Carden Cafe, and then they had a KFC there for a while, but then that got uh knocked down and rebuilt. But inside the last time I went there, anyways, they had pictures of the Colonel and it said the world's first KFC. And yeah, it's it's not quite downtown Salt Lake City, it's like 39th South and State Street, somewhere around there. But it's fun to have KFC be such a recognizable brand, but actually got its official start in Salt Lake City, Utah. I just wish it was good food. It's fucking not. Colonel Sanders also shot a guy. That's a fun story. Maybe I'll get into that sometime. Okie dokie, she said easily, starting to go through the bags and selecting various items from them to make a meal for the four of them. Okay, well, to give I got confused about why she said okie dokie. You'll have to take yours and go. The plane is here. I'd like you and Dante to escort Jet and Quinn back to Toronto immediately. Okay, that's why she said okie dokie. Where's your suitcase, Tresoro Tresoro? Tresoro. What does that mean in Italian? I know Tessoro in Spanish is something like hidden treasures something gold. I don't know. But she says Tresoro. Dante or Dante said that. Dante asks stepping up behind his wife and clasping Okay, this is wipe, so he's calling her treasure. Clasping her hips as he bent to press a kiss on the top of her head. I will put it in the SUB. It's already there, she assured him, and then turned his turned to hand him the bag she packed with food. So is yours the only thing we now are need now are Jet, Quinn and their things. Quinn set her coffee cup on the counter and moved over to the head of the bed to collect the bag that held her dirty clothes and the items Mary had supplied for her. She'd set it on the floor next to the bed she'd been sitting on. When she straightened, Jet was there taking it from her, his jacket already in hand. I'll take this and go grab my bag and put them both in the SUV while you put your shoes on, he said, and then seeming to hesitate as if he wanted to kiss her or something, but in the end he merely smiled and turned to hurry out of the room. She watched him go and then bent to pick up her shoes and sat on the bed to put them on. Does she need blood before you go? Lucian asked suddenly. Quinn glanced up with annoyance over his asking Mary rather than her. She wasn't a child and detested being treated like one. She should be fine, Mary told him. I gave her four bags when she got here, and there's blood on the plane. Quinn detests being treated like a child, but she's also kind of treating Lucian a little bit like a child after she shot him, and he keeps saying don't worry about it, and she keeps going feeling guilty and looking at the wound and he's like, Don't fucking worry about it. Which I understand his side of it for sure. Shaking her head, Quinn stood and headed out of the room more than happy to escape the bossy man who seemed to like to interfere with her life. Oh, Quinn, you idiot. Yes, he's bossy. But you until recently have been completely belligerent on everything, refusing to do the bare minimum of learning what it is to be a fucking vampire. Even Mary kind of chastised you a little bit for that, even while telling you that everything you've been through is valid and you know you don't have to feel like you did, but yes, you know, you're moving on to a different part of life. Lucian is strikes me as like a no nonsense type of guy, where he doesn't like it when people fuck around like you have been. And she sees it as like, well, he's trying to, you know, disrupt my life. Your life's already fucking disrupted, Quinn. Lucian's just trying to set you on a track that works amicably for everybody else, because you keep fucking around everything. She'd been furious when she came out of the turn and found out that he'd arranged it so that everyone thought she was dead. Yes, because that's standard operating procedure for the vampire shit. Now she was pissed at him again for this business of her and Jet having to stay at the Enforcer's house indefinitely. Somebody's trying to fucking kill you, Quinn, or Jet. He doesn't know which, he doesn't know why, and you're pissed off because he's trying to fucking protect you. I really don't like Quinn, man. Go back to Mary. Aside from disliking being treated like a child, his decision put a spanner in the plans. Spanner. Can tell Lindsay's Canadian for sure. Because in America we say a wrench. And she hoped Jet had had what the fuck? Put a spanner in the plans she and Jet had had for getting together once they reached Toronto. On top of that, she had other plans for her to stay in the Canadian city now that she couldn't pursue. Chief among them, she was seeing Dr. Gregory Hewitt so she could get her life back in order, and unless he made house calls, she would have to wait on that. I think Mary did more for you than Gregory Hewitt probably could for a while because Mary basically kicked you in the ass, and now you are interested in actually being involved in life because of Jet the Thunderbun's Lasseter. Fucking Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman was a good character. This Dr. Quinn fucking annoys the fuck out of me. Originally Quinn had only made the appointment and arranged to fly back to Toronto to police Pet, distracted with the new lifemate brain. Her twin sister hadn't really seemed to notice the state Quinn was in in the first two years. What? Oh Pet was distracted with the new lifemate brain. Pet had only started to pick up on the last two years as she began to regain a little control of her hormones and brain cells. At least Quinn presumed that was the case because that was when Pet had started trying to gently broach the subject of her state of mind and how she was living in isolation and really pushing for her to attend family gathering gatherings with her, Santo, and Parker, which is where Jet ended up meeting Parker. But Quinn hadn't been ready to go anywhere and had ignored her fretful lectures until Pet had finally lost it on her and told her flat out that she was messed up and likely to go mess up Parker if she didn't get her shit together and help. Which is a hundred percent true. That upset Quinn. She loved Parker, and while she didn't understand why not why her not wanting to go out would mess up her son, she had caved in under the fear of it happening. Basically, she made the appointment with Gregory Hewitt under Derecifers, but she had quickly come to realize it was a good idea. The reason why it's messing up your son is because you're still broadcasting all of that angst and all that pain and all that anger. Everybody's picking up on it, but she didn't realize she was doing it until Mary started talking with her about it. Aside from not wanting to damage her son, well, quite frankly, Quinn didn't want to continue to live the way she was, but she knew she couldn't fix things alone. She needed counseling, and Lucian was putting a spanner spanner again, it's a fucking wrench. In her efforts to get it. The bastard she thought resentfully as she crossed the parking lot to the SUV where Jet was loading their bags into the back. Well, she wasn't gonna let that happen. She'd have to find some way to get the help she needed despite Lucian Arginaux'd dictates. Well, this is gonna be a shorter chapter. I was thinking about expanding it to another chapter. Except the next chapter is like 22 pages, and this one was only really about 13 pages. So you don't get nearly as many rants on this one, you don't get nearly as much content. As a recording, I'm at 45 minutes, and then I'll edit out some of the little gaps and me stumbling over shit just to kind of clean up things. So you're probably only gonna get 40 minutes, if not a little less, on this episode. But that's alright. So, episode nine Mile High with a vampire. I almost said interview with a vampire. I'd much rather be reading that book. I do like Tom Cruise's portrayal of Lestat, though. He makes kind of a nice sexy Lestat. And I do like Stuart Tanzan's portrayal per oh my god. I almost said Pastrami of Lestat. Lestat Pastrami. Interesting idea. I like his uh portrayal of him too, but Anne Rice's vampires are very much sexless. Whereas in the Smile High of the Vampire, they're fucking all the time like rabbits and passing the fuck out with life mate shit. And then that also kind of makes me wonder, too, like with the vampires, if they're not life mate bonded to somebody else, do they still fuck up until the point where they do find a life mate? Like and if you're born a vampire, are you constantly looking for that life mate? Or are you fucking around with other people until you find that life mate? Because they were alluded well, they Lindsay alluded earlier that rogue vampire is kind of bored of sex, but if you're bonded with a life mate, then you're together for basically your life. Which I still don't really like, but if they the rogue vampire is bored of sex and among other carnal pleasures, that means they must have been fucking other people before. So if you fuck other people before and you impregnate them, or if you're a vampire who's female and rogue and you get impregnated, does that mean you're producing nanobot vampire children? This like the whole fucking so the way I approach shit, I go through a mental checklist immediately. I don't realize I'm doing it, but it's always kind of like a flow chart when you're working on problems and stuff. It's like, okay, here's this thing. Is it this is it or is it that? And you go down one side of the chart and is it this? If yes, then all these other things have to come in. Is it this, is it this? If yes, if no, if yes, if no. If it's not, if you go on the no side, is it this? That's how my my my brain operates when thinking about stuff like this, and that's how why I go into such detailed speculation because I'm going down a mental flow chart without realizing it, super quick, running all these scenarios, stress testing everything, trying to come up with the most logical explanations for it on how everything would work. This is also why I really like thinking about monster girl anatomy, kind of like Lamias, which are half snake, half human, centaurs, you know what a centaur is, spider girls who are half human, half spider, and going down the checklist trying to figure out uh, you know, will this work? Does this work? You know, biologically speaking, this has to be in place for that to work. Like with on centaurs, you would have the human set of tits, you wouldn't have crotch tits because when horses are born and cows are born, they stand up pretty soon after birth, which is why the udders and the tits and the nipples and everything are located on the underside uh near their belly so that they can stand up and suckle at it. Dogs and cats do have nipples on the underside of their belly, but they lay down and their babies crawl over to them and suckle that way. But horses and cows stand up almost immediately after birth, and so they're standing up suckling there. On a centaur, you wouldn't have a pair of crotch tits because when a centaur gets born, it has a human side to it too. So the human spine wouldn't be attenuated enough to actually have enough strength to be rigid. So while the horse part of the animal could probably the animal, the centaur could probably stand up just fine, the human part would be flopping everywhere and it would break its spine. So based upon human baby biology and development, you would basically have to cuddle a centaur baby to the breast to suckle it to make sure that it was getting food. So that's why they would have human tits, but a horse vagina, which is located at the back of, you know, the horse part. This is the stuff that my brain thinks about almost constantly, not just with Monster Girl Anatomy, but with just about everything that I encounter, where I run down through this massive stress test flow chart checklist thing within seconds. And then I'm like, okay, so I've come to a conclusion that based upon my vast pool of knowledge and information and experience is probably gonna be the most logical thing for that. When I do this with gaming with my friends, they think I'm fucking insane and I put in a lot of effort thinking about it, but no, it's always within two or three seconds of the question coming up that I'm speculating and going down it. So yeah. I might be a little weird. I know most people don't think this way, but I fucking love it because it allows me to go absolutely everywhere super quick and just think about things in ways most people don't even approach. Mile High with a vampire, episode nine. I am really surprised though at the lack of actual sex that we've had in this book. I expected it to be non-stop fucking because I've read other romance novels with vampires or other supernatural creatures where they're just constantly like every other chapter fucking each other's brains out. And while there's been some mutual masturbation and shit, there's been virtually nothing so far, and we're over halfway through the book. So this is gonna be interesting moving forward, what's gonna happen.