..,” Mike grabbed his shorts and slipped them on as he left the bedroom behind Jan. “who’s it from?” Then thinking a second he added. “Ric...rdo?” “No, but maybe better.” “Wow!” Mike was amazed and really curious now. “What could be better for you than Ricardo?” “Come see for yourself.” Jan led Mike into the study where the computer was on and an email was showing on the screen. As Mike read he was puzzled. “Ok, this is a couple responding about one of our stories...,” Mike muttered, “Keep. Worst of all, she was starting to writhe and moan, no matter how much she tried not to.In the middle of that, Amy asked her, "Xania, just how big are your boobies? What bra size are you?" G," Xania replied matter-of-factly."Wow!" Amy exclaimed. "That's, like, super duper big! Hey, that's just the same as Mom and Aunt Susan. Cool beans!"Xania frowned. Alan was a pretty talented tit groper. He was quickly figuring out what felt best for her, and not just what he enjoyed the most. She asked. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check her mail, before brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash Flash Red TomatoThe key to decrypt this message has been sent to Thomas Fitzhugh.[several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this job for nearly three and a half years, and had never gotten a 'Flash Flash Red Tomato' email.. Her loss was a fresh wound no bandage could mend. One that would be a long time healing, if ever it did. Grief lay heavy on his chest, weighing against his every breath.“She is giving back some of the Essence she receives from feeding on you, “ the Hell Hound voice echoed in his head. “To speed your healing.““Get out of my head, “ Logan snarled in his mind. “Now is not the time.““Actually while your demon lover is distracted is the perfect time for you and me to talk.““Beauty is not the enemy.