This was going to be fun. "But actually, the waitress got it wrong. I intended this drink for you," I said, setting it down in front of the chubby fri...nd.I could practically feel the cold breeze from one end and the rising heat from the other. Even though I wasn't looking at her, I could tell Blondie was about ready to kill me, while her friend started to blush. I gave her a friendly look, and then I let a little bit of a smile escape and I saw that she was smiling too, despite herself. She was. “I am your master,” the shadow says. “Your loyalty is high, but it is not enough, not yet. You still have a ways to go and I am waiting.”Marshall’s eyes dart from the shadow to the artifact perched on his night stand, glistening from its use before his shower. Then he looks back to the figure. “What do I need to do to gain your trust?”“Build me an altar,” the shadow says. “You must show your loyalty through your worship to me. Prove to me that you are worthy.”Marshall swallows hard. “I can do. Aha! I understood at last. She was having self confidence issues. I figured that would be the easiest thing in the world to deal with.“You, dear sister, are quite wrong about that,” I said confidently.“Why?” she asked.Again, I said the right thing, without even knowing it. I lied, but it was the right thing to say. “Because, dear sister, I have had to threaten dire things to at least ten guys, all of whom were plotting to rob you of your innocence.”She believed me.“Ten?!” she whispered in. There was one girl who worked there called Steph and she was stunning. She was short, slim and had an emo look that she pulled off to perfection. I spent many nights wanking over the thought of her tiny tits. She would always tease me by wearing short skirts that would show off her ass every time she bent over.After working together for a few months we kissed a couple of times and nothing more had ever happened. Young and innocent I suppose.One day I walked into work to find someone new. A.