Several hours later, they were all quite thoroughly soaked, exhausted and entertained. And for Shamira, this time it had not involved sex. She strode out of the pond, water glistening on her tight skin and flowing down her carved body.

"Great," Samantha muttered, turning the other way to see a smiling Clara. "Now she's just showing off."

"Mama likes," the vampire crooned.

"You know she used to be ashamed of that body?"

"We kind of beat that out of her," Clara finished. If the sister only knew she was not kidding.

Suddenly, the Thorn-Tail scurried to the top of the bank and started looking (not "looked") around.

"What is it,...