It felt like invisible flames were in my blood, in my very soul. It was all coming from HIS hand.The demon's hand. The aristocrat with the bright red ...yes and the face of an angel. All I could see was red. I could feel my consciousness ebbing. The black was beginning to close in on the crimson. My last thought was to start screaming, but I never managed to.I could hear the sound of water dripping.Drip Drip Drip ... it was so cold...I tried to open my eyes. They were crusted shut with dry tears. “I noticed; she went past me three or four times. You are right. She is noticeable, but so are you. You look so different. I like your outfit.”“I am glad. When I picked it out this morning I was thinking of you and hoping you would come. You like what you see?”“Very much.”That brings an additional smile of appreciation. I don’t know if it is me or her, but her nipples actually moved; it looks like they are harder. Moving my eyes back to her face, she acknowledges that I have been staring and. I slept a nice sleep with a nice feeling, so deeply, I never heard the knife cut the canvas that gently brushed against my nude bottom, nor did I feel him go between my bum cheeks, thanks to the oil I used to keep my skin protected from the sun's burning rays, or his semen, as he pumped into my surprisingly open pussy.The nice feeling I had experienced was in fact a 'Wet Dream', blending reality in a dream-like state of mind, 'The perfect Fuck', a girlfriend once told me, 'where your mind. "OK, we can try it that way."Cade could see that Lonnie wasn't happy about the change, but he was also beginning to see why Lonnie had possibly lost so many apprentices. Lonnie obviously lacked organizational skills and working with him might prove more challenging than Cade had originally thought.Around noon, they stopped to eat lunch. Lonnie bought a hamburger and fries at a roadside burger stand, and Cade ate the lunch Callie had packed for him."I can't believe your wife packed you a lunch.".