"Ok now you need to explain your self." he painted
"Sleep first," I whispered back.
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"Ok so basically, I live off of sex. Have since I was little. I really don't know how else to explain it. My throat starts to burn and no liquid placates it. Eventually, my self-preservation kicks in and I molest someone. I really am sorry that it was you though."
"I'm not." he smiled.
"I think you should go now," I said reluctantly.
"What happens if you only feed on 1 person?" he asked not moving.
"Nothing really. Why?"
"I think it's in your best interest to feed every day."
"How should I... Who would I? "
"Me you would feed off of me."
"But you're my teacher."
"So?"
"Won't you lose your job."
"Not if no one finds out."
