It was an old Edwardian style house with a wrap around front porch. She noticed that all of the windows had tinfoil pasted over then.The door opened a...crack at her demanding knock and a dim face looked out. "Yes?" was all the person said."Let me in please," was all she could think to say in response. All of a sudden there was a strange lump in her throat. Was it fear-- excitement?To her surprise the person opened the door to her, and she walked in with the intention of getting to the bottom of. You don’t have to worry about me hurting you. If I wanted to do it, I would have just burned out the parts of your brain and body that make you a succubus and then power-fucked all three of your holes until bored having sex with you. So you know, you’re the first succubus that knows how to control herself. Many I meet either feel those like me are vermin for them to drain until they burn up when they pulse so hard that they effectively charcoal themselves. The rest don’t want to be a succubus. All the options had terms attached they would live in the house but wouldn't own the house, they could repay the debt over an extended or super extended period. None they were happy with.Thomas coughed to interrupt the whispering couple. "The interest rate is killing us," said Georgia, "what can we do?"Thomas looked steadily at them and explained there was an off the books way of settling this and that as a wealthy banker/investor a night with Georgia would clear all debts.Steve nearly choked. "We to get dressed and go over our story."I never tried to get emancipated minor status, even though for all intents and purposes I was living on my own. The money from my mother's accident would have covered me, especially after it became clear that I would get a college scholarship if I did not get injured. At first, I didn't do it because of the remaining small hope that he would remember how to be a father to me. After he admitted cheating on my mother with the woman he took up with after.
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