I guess you can'tgo home again.Bobbie looked up at the two story building. She imagined a movie posterof her staring at the structure, back to the cam...ra. Yeah, the guythat turns into a teenaged baking genius that gets bodyswapped with sexdemon in training. Sell that to Hollywood.No Harry Gregson-Williams score. No John Williams symphony, norTangerine Dream's heavily synthesized tones in the background. No senseof what was going to happen. But, one thing was certain.She had had up to her left. He walked over after hanging up. "The girls are on their way back from the spa. Hop on in the tub while I make us all some drinks."I stepped in slowly into the tub, enjoying the initial sting of heat then waves of relaxing warmth as I dipped all but my head into the water. I let the pressure of the jets push into my back, giving me a massage. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the experience and smiled as I thought back to coating Stephanie in my semen. Her hunger for sex and intense desire is. .. as she approached, she was grinning, though as she spoke, I also realized she was already feeling whatever it was she'd been drinking all night."Hi Robbie," she half purred grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Surprised to see you here," she said then adding. "You come ... with anyone?" She asked emphasizing the word, making me wonder if she'd done so on purpose for one as she continued to smile showing her teeth. I felt like I was being sized up for dinner or something."Just Steve," I admitted,. We wanted them for our albums, and Nevaeh wanted us to retain some copies for her too, to give to her when she was old enough to have enough privacy from her parents. I had some fun imagining her kids one day seeing those photos of their mom and having their opinion of her blown away. During our photography session, Nevaeh had asked me worriedly about her being photographed at the party. I'd told her that the angel had already messaged me that it would protect her from that, which had.