““He’s an immortal from Brazil,” Chris said. “His mortal lover, whom he thought was completely trustworthy, videotaped them having sex—” “Awesome!” Sheldon interjected with a grin. Everyone looked at him. “What? I like porn.” Still they stared. He frowned. “I have to give up booze, parties, and porn? Can’t a Second have any vices?” Chris sighed. “Anyway. She videotaped them having sex and intended to auction it off to news outlets once it had been authenticated by an expert who would swear the glowing eyes, fangs, and . . . ah . . . unusual speed and other things demonstrated were not special effects produced by a post-production house.” “Maybe they were,” Sheldon suggested somberly. “Maybe she was out to discredit him. I think we should all watch it and—” “The tape has been destroyed,” Seth cut in. “Damn.” Sheldon slumped down in his seat. Chris met Richart’s gaze. “Anytime you want me to get rid of him . . .” Richart shook his head. “He amuses me.””
