However the more we drank the more difficult it was for Andy to keep this to himself. The story starts when Andy & Jane met their friends in the hotel...sports bar. This was a fantastic venue an American style sport bar with a classy boutique style hotel attached to it. At the weekend the bar was full of “beautiful people” often with more money than sense paying silly prices for cocktails and wine. The crowning glory to the bar was the waitresses who were all mini Sheryl Cole types. Each one. Pulling his robe more tightly around his bony shoulders he scratched a pentagram in the dirt. The lines kept fading, and he had to retrace them several times before they glowed with clear green light. He chanted a spell of summoning, spoke a Name of Power.Nothing. Another Name, and another until at last he was answered. Within the fading diagram darkness swirled sluggishly, a foul mist that could barely be seen against the paler night."Who calls?" The voice was a dusty croak, and he had to lean. Jenny thought about sticking her hand inside the wound, as Thomas had done, and what it would feel like to wiggle her fingers around, but that was gross, and she always tried to think about something else real quick. The eyes of the Jesus were the worst part. Of course they stared right at you, reminding you about the sacrifice that he had made, the pain that he had suffered by taking your sins upon himself. But there was also something else about them. Something a little angry and. Sonya raises her glass and takes another drink, then continues – “I watch your show, and the ladies seem to have a lot of fun, and it’s obviously very rough and intense ... And, as I said, I had a little doggy, Jimmy ... And I tried having some fun with him, and it was very exciting – but very unfulfilling ... I just realized that I had to have a ‘real dog’, to see how it would feel ... And when little Jimmy died, I thought – try it, and if it works, and I get another dog, maybe it should be a.