“Whew. Cripes, that’s a fair question. Let me get my thoughts in order. There’s a lot of emotional rubbish and other rot that that brings up. Ok...y, during our Avery sessions we all got really, really intimate with each other. We spilled our souls doing the role-playing, and whilst in the massage sessions we touched and caressed each other—especially when the teacher wasn’t paying attention, anyway—as we were learning how touch brings pleasure. So the, um, groping you saw was just more of doing. Betty worked as a waitress at a local diner near the Interstate. One evening, after a long day of job hunting, he stopped in the diner to have a meal with Betty during her break.“I’ve been to every place I can think of, Betty,” Tom said wearily. “No one is hiring. Do you think your boss would consider hiring me as a cook or a dishwasher?”“He just laid off one of the daytime dishwashers, so that’s not really an option either,” she sighed. “What are we going to do?”“I don’t know, Betty. But if we. Once Karen had submitted to us, she had been a perfect, loving slut. And it was my fault she was dead. I didn't hesitate to give her to Lilith.I learned the hard way to never trust a demon. My hand hurt, and I unclenched my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm. One day, I would make Lilith pay for Karen."It's risky, Mark," Mary said, breaking the silence."Well, it needs to be done. She's already sent the Dimme to kill me and the Alukah to kill Sam. She needs to be dealt with." Fear gripped. Yeah I know what a steak knife is because unlike most pansy-ass douche-bags in our great land, we eat meat at Bennies.I recognized the Boss's handiwork right away. He never was one for finesse or style but you got to give him one thing: when he sticks it in it stays stuck. So the stiff was his doing and you had to figure the bullet holes were the stiff's. All pretty simple, actually. Why the stiff had a piece and why the boss decided he'd be better off dead were no never-mind to me. If the boss.