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"Did you noticed how thick the mosquitoes got last night at dusk", he asked, off-handedly. Ted chuckled. "Yeah. Swarms of them. We would have been eaten alive if we didn't have DEET." "Yeah, well tonight, dinners ready." She groaned her protest. "Did you know that what attracts mosquitoes is the smell of sweat, and CO2? Look, four early diners already. Guess even mosquitoes want to nurse on jugs like those.
Hey, you want a coffee?", and they left her. Alone with her hell. It is hard to say if her torture was worse for her not being able to see. In her mind she pictured her breasts covered with the feeding demons. Every breath she exhaled she pictured a little cloud of CO2 summoning a dozen more, and certainly for every real vampire she created five more. At first. But as the dusk grew, her tender mounds became veritable hells of horrid itching, so that she could scarcely feel if a particular tingle was caused by a fresh feeder or a previous bite. If, at that point, she had been able to see, she would have been absolutely horrified to realize that her worst imaginings were now, in fact, true. As dark enveloped the woods, her fleshy mounds were continuously completely covered in the sucking fiends. Fifteen, twenty, thirty at a time.