Mandy drove home in the Monte Carlo, going over the discussion that she had just finished. Could she really get up on the stand and relive all that ag...in? Every time she thought she had put it back in her deepest memories, something came along and brought it back up. Damnit! It just wasn't fair. This will be the last time as far as she was concerned. She wasn't going through this ever again.Her mind was still going around in circles with these thoughts when she arrived home. She poured her. "Who are you!!" He demanded again. "Is it true?"Dan was torn. Should he deny everything or come clean? "He's lying! He IS the devil, remember."Dan could see the uncertaincy in Simon's eyes. The Devil had not convinced Simon what he was saying was true. But he had done more than enough to shake the foundations of Simon's world.The Devil saw the uncertaincy in Simon's' face. One little push should do it. "Changing people's shapes is easy, Simon. I do it every day. Observe." He made a slow gesture. ”“I’m not as worried about the cops. They’re at least nominally restricted by privacy laws. I’m more concerned with newspaper accounts about the incident based on public records. If those appear today, people might link it back to me.”“I wouldn’t worry about it,” she said. “The police reports wouldn’t be likely to mention your act or contain any relevant information about what you were doing. So unless they charged you with dancing in public, I think you’re safe.”“Thanks, I appreciate the. . and again... and again."Yes," she hissed softly. "That feels so good, Grandpa. Please don't stop."Where did that come from? I hadn't even considered stopping. My fingers found her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on it slightly, causing her to moan in my ear."Yes, Grandpa, I love it. You're making me feel... so very hot. Hot. Hot!"She held me tighter and started kissing the side of my face. And I felt the heat from her core in my lap. Was that moisture seeping.