I was planning on waiting till your tenth anniversary but, well, I think now it’s a good time for it.”Dean noticed Alistair wasn’t saying everyt...ing he had in mind and wondered where he was going with all the chit-chat.“Okay?” he asked curiously but also cautiously.“Oh, Dean, all this time I’ve seen the way you torture her, the way you look at her, the way you touch her...you really want her, don’t you? You’re fascinated by the little thing.”“She…mmmh...doesn’t break easy...and she’s...” Dean. She grabbed me, holding on tight as she started talking to me frantically."NO! We can't go to the police! He said he would kill her if she told anyone. We don't have enough to get the police to do anything and then he will be free to kill her or make it worse. Besides, I don't want her to have a record." She looked at me, trusting and panicky at the same time. "You can do something about it. You used to be an FBI agent. You know what to do." Pretty little Julie, who had never asked me for a. .. what could I do next?The first warm days of Spring and early Summer arrived and it was great to be outdoors. We have a pretty private backyard with a pool. No one can see into our yard unless they are really trying to. I feel very comfortable there whether it's sunbathing or skinny dipping. On this warm day, I put on my favorite red bikini (you can see it in my most recent post) and laid out in the sun. We have backyard neighbors and I could hear yard work being done but paid no attention. I. All the survivors met when the sun was setting on the second day after the attack. They had buried their own dead and moved the dead demons out of their camp. No one would eat demon-meat. No good could come of that.The survivors agreed upon four things. First, they could not stay at the mountains and hunt. The demons could come back, and they themselves could not fight in the dark. Besides, with their reduced numbers they may already have enough meat for the few left to live all winter.Second,.