"I had a great week of fucking Kelly two times each day after school. Everything was great so it confounded me when Kelly asked a certain question."Wh...t's wrong, Austin?" What do you mean?" Don't you like me?" I love you, Kelly." Then why don't you sell me to your friends?" I'm not like Logan." I know." She smiled. "Don't you like having money to buy things?" Sure but..." I'm yours, Austin. I want to please you." I'm not sure you being with other guys would please me." Yes, it would. Knowing. Then we were all silent. I put my hand on Trish’s head, encouraging her, feeling more than hearing her hum of acknowledgement. After a few moments, I felt her snort and nod, not from anything I had done. I curled down and found her breast – and Pat’s hand – and Trish nodded again. Good idea of Pat’s, Trish probably needed a little arousal, too – unless she still was from having missed out on any since Mary had been eating her pussy. Pat must have had the same thought, after her hand left mine,. And she made me cookies!I was getting near the end of my recuperation period. I had a soft brace on and was within a few days of getting it off permanently, when one early fall morning she called our house asking if I could come over and help her with some painting. I said, “Sure”, and headed over.The back door was open when I got there. I walked in and called out. She was in the basement and asked me to close and lock the door. That wasn’t too unusual. She’d left the door open for me, since. But that doesn't mean you can't die, Bobby," she said with her arms at her waist while a mangled, half-dead sky-demon crashed a few yards away, flailing wildly in its death throes."I can? I'm new to this, really, and no-one explains a damn thing in plain English, so it's -" That's why the demons wanted you here in the after-world, Bobby. To perform a ritual sacrifice, unlock the gateway and allow them free passage. We kind of forced their hand actually. They'd prefer it if you just waltzed in.