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It was not a defining moment in his life, and yet it was a memory that would linger for the rest of his days, and even on his deathbed, she would be his last, purest thought.
He was touring Ireland on his own in the fall of the year, and just outside Galway he saw her at the side of the road, hidden by fog and mist at first, hitchhiking, as so many young women seemed to do in that country at the time. Although, he would never admit it to anyone other than himself, it was the sexual intrigue that, after spotting her cocooned in a hooded parka, drove him to slow initially and then put on the…mehr

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It was not a defining moment in his life, and yet it was a memory that would linger for the rest of his days, and even on his deathbed, she would be his last, purest thought.

He was touring Ireland on his own in the fall of the year, and just outside Galway he saw her at the side of the road, hidden by fog and mist at first, hitchhiking, as so many young women seemed to do in that country at the time. Although, he would never admit it to anyone other than himself, it was the sexual intrigue that, after spotting her cocooned in a hooded parka, drove him to slow initially and then put on the brakes. He'd done it a couple of times before and had spent a few hours traveling with a young woman, one on her way to Killarney, the other to the Cliffs of Moher. Always, they abandoned him at their destination.

At first, this young lady seemed no different. "Call me Missy," she volunteered. "I'm on my way to Donegal." But where the others had been a trifle uneasy and rather closed mouthed, she seemed settled at first, even downright comfortable, if less than talkative in the passenger seat an arm's reach away from this man she knew nothing about.

He wouldn't call her beautiful, but something about her face produced a longing within him that he knew he should have never permitted.


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My name is Lumi (Luminita) Laura. I'm the author of the novel Carpathian Vampire and a couple of associated short stories, all in the series Tales of the Carpathian Vampire. I was born somewhere in Romania, probably Victoria but possibly Fagaras. I have no record of birth, and my parents never seemed concerned about it. I attended public schools until I was to enter high school, but when I didn't pass the entrance test, they were going to ship me off to a craft school for a couple of years, so I bolted. That was four years ago when I was fifteen. For a long time I was on the run, then stayed with a gypsy woman.

Being a fugitive is nothing new to my family. My father killed a man, and we were on the run for two years before they caught up with him. Now he's in Codlea Prison for life. My mother has moved since I was last with her and now lives in Edinburgh, Scotland. I moved there myself and live with my boyfriend.

I've been reading and writing English since I was five. The Roma family picked up a laptop computer for me. I didn't ask where they got it, and they didn't say. That was a few of years ago, and I've not put it down since.