She laid topless on the chaise lounge. Her breasts still stood in perfect mounds topped with caramel peaks. Her bikini bottom was a tiny triangle held...by string.Why was she even wearing one? I set down my things on the table between them. She turned her head to me.“My husband loved your profile pics. You make him hard.” Miyu said.My cheeks flushed. I looked over at him. I honestly couldn’t tell if he was asleep, awake or ignoring us behind the reflective lenses of his aviator sunglasses. Either. I’d like to think I know what he’s thinking sometimes even before he knows. Perhaps that’s just feminine arrogance speaking out of turn, but I do know what gets his attention and what gets him off. He can play my body like a finely tuned instrument and he knows my mind as if it were his own, because I’ve bravely stretched out both, gloriously naked, before him like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. I share my secrets with this man. My hopes, dreams, fears, he hears them all. There is nothing. “As you know Demons have been summoned to Earth in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a threat, they have been known to reach full strength and cause natural disasters like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and plagues. Masters of Torture and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the mass of their energy is too great and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled. However, she loved him and did not want to cheat on him. They had discussed this, and he agreed that when he was gone, he would not consider it cheating if she was with other women. All he asked was she be discreet, stay safe and stop whenever he was home. Also, if she ever felt like it was getting too serious with someone, or if he felt threatened by anyone, she would stop seeing them. When he returned, they would have a discussion about it, then nothing more would be said. After the twins.