She chuckled. “Good. But I’ve changed my look. I’m not doing the Goth thing anymore.”
“Really? What do you look like now?”
“I went back to my natural blond hair and pink lips. I still wear some black, though. Witches usually do.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” Mikhail asked.
“It’s the culmination of all colors. Very protective. Pulls in energy rather than reflecting it out like light colors. Plus, I like it.”
“That’s reason enough. Are you in the city? Can we get together and catch up?”
“Uh, no. I’m living in Boston now. But I’d love to catch up over the phone. How’s everything with you?”
“Fine as wine,” he said and chuckled.
“Speaking of wine, I specifically called to ask about your wine that cures vampirism.”
“Vampire Vintage? It’s not a cure, Morgaine. It’s more like temporary relief from sun-sensitivity and blood lust.”
“Well, that’s what I meant.”
“Okay, so what did you want to know about it, and why?”
“I need it for a friend of mine.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Uh…maybe? We’re both interested.”
“Hey, that’s a start. So, you’re okay with dating a vampire?”
“Yes…well, nice ones.”
“If only I’d known that back in Baltimore.” He chuckled.
“Are you still single?”
“Nope. Happily committed. It’s quite a story. You should come down sometime and meet her.”
“I—uh… I don’t leave the apartment much.”
“Why is that?”
“I have a home business.”
“Really? What are you doing these days?”
She giggled. “I’m a phone sex actress.”
He let out a loud burst of laughter.
“Hey, come on. Is it that hard to believe? I’ve been told I have a nice voice.”
He cleared his throat. “Oh, you do. I was just surprised, that’s all. Has Internet porn cut into your business at all?”
“Yeah, somewhat. We also used to have a landlady who hated the noise. Some of the guys like us to sound like we’re having the best orgasms of our lives.”
He chuckled. “Give me an example.”
