My driver, Sani, is a young man, about 24 years in age. He had worked for us for 2 years, and he has to support his ailing parents. We took him in mor... out of pity, and so far we had been very satisfied with his work.The moment I sat in the car with the ridiculous outfit, he was shocked.“Good afternoon Ma’am” was all he said, knowing that he isn’t supposed to ask me any reason I want to go to a certain destination. I liked that boy.Once reached, I alighted at the same spot, telling Sani I’ll. As he was the object of her visit, Marc was seated at her right and talked to her about college life as his parents perused the glossy folders she had extracted from her briefcase. Charlene made sure she had all their phone numbers and gave her business card to each one.Dinner was good as was the talk of a full sports scholarship. It was an effort for Marc to pay attention and not to rub the legs of his dress slacks so he could feel them rub against his nylons hidden underneath.It was after a. And Kenny’s awake, confused, trying to get his hand out of his pants -- no surprise, but I never thought I’d actually see it -- while trying to click the little x.But, shit-fire! He clicks behind it and now it’s the other girl. Then she’s gone and there’s a hooker in a red convertible. He kills her and there’s some sort of ridiculous animation until he gets the screen cleared, flustered and silent.“What the hell?” as I can’t pretend to be blind.“It’s nothing,” pretty lame.“You’re looking at. . this was a true challenge.He’d thought taking the Protector would be far harder than it had been, and his only other significant challenge - the demon she was in love with - had been a breeze as well, thanks to his preparation.The Mentor had walked in without warning. If he walked out victorious, Mr. Foster knew that he was done.“Okay Riley,” the demon said, enjoying the librarian’s wince. He stood up, and stared the human in the eye. “You want to talk? Let’s talk.”“I don’t want to talk,”.