I also renewed several spells, and added to the spells I had at the ready. I pondered what I had seen on the battlefield. Spells had been flying thick...y and heavily, but I hadn't really paid to much conscious attention to them. Subconsciously, I must have remembered them. This was an aspect of memory I had not been able to perform, before.I sat close to the middle of a long table, laden with food. Morningstar insisted I sit with him at his table. The hall was huge, and filled with demons of all. He gestured for me to enter first.I hesitated for only a second, quickly darting inside before I could lose my nerve. He closed the door behind him, casting the room into complete and utter darkness. Not even the moon dared to shine on this most taboo of meetings. I sat down on the edge of the bed, terrified of the unknown. I felt a hand softly touch my face and I looked up, only to have lips meet mine.They were soft, yet unrelentless in their insistence. I felt my lips part of their own. After standing for a few minutes, I grabbed my razor and shaved my legs, armpits, and pubic hair. I loved the feeling of shaving and the clean feeling after words. I washed my body with soap, then my hair with shampoo followed by conditioner. When I was finished with my shower, I stepped out, dried myself off, and again looked in the mirror at my recently shaven pussy. I was always pleased with my figure. My breasts were not too large but not too small, a perfect C cup. I also had and. Rising to her full five foot seven height, Sandra stretched her body, wiping away the last vestiges of sleep. As she did, her eyes surveyed her environment.The quarters that came as a perk of the job were certainly a long way from the run down studio apartment that she had shared with her husband back when they'd first married right out of college. Personally, she'd have been just as happy to have gone on living in her old house, but people around here were big on tradition.The memory of her.