Excerpt: I, Vampire

The drive to Paul’s office was across town and since they lived in a large town, the drive took about twenty minutes of stop and go traffic. Pru listened to her favorite talk radio station on the way. They were discussing UFO’s and alien penetration on one of the more interesting shows. Finally Pru pulled into the underground garage for the building in which her husband had his office.
She parked the car in one of the spaces reserved for him and noticed that his car was already there. Good, she giggled to herself, although she was not generally a giggly kind of woman. At least she wouldn’t have to wait very long for him to come in and see what she had waiting for him.
The elevator took her up to the floor his office was on and Pru breezed past the startled receptionist with a gay wave of the hand and a quick, “Can’t talk, need to meet Paul!” She barely heard the squawk came out of the receptionist’s mouth before she was on yet another elevator heading up to the more palatial offices on the next floor—those reserved for doctors who were heads of staff.
She got off the elevator and opened the door at the top with the key that she had gotten years ago and never bothered to use. When she stepped through the door way, she all but sunk up to her ankles in deep pile carpet. There were three offices on the floor. Paul’s was at the very end, to the left.
She opened his office door and was a little disappointed to see that he wasn’t there. Oh, well, she told herself, he was probably off consulting with another doctor. Actually, that was a good thing. It would take her a few minutes to get set up the way she wanted.
She placed her purse and the picnic basket out of the way. She took the huge commercial plastic wrap from the basket and went into the bath room of the office.
Actually it took her more than a few minutes and as she began to struggle with wrapping her naked body in the Saran wrap, she realized that this was not as easy an undertaking as she had imagined. The damn stuff keep sticking where it shouldn’t and not sticking where it should. She began to sweat and curse under her breath. As a matter of fact, she was so preoccupied with the plastic wrap, that she failed to hear the office door open and close.