Give him a light tenor voice with just the suspicion of a Scotch burr, and you have a pattern. All you have to do is make multiple copies of George M�...�Crimmond. What a tragedy for me that I would never have the opportunity to make even one such copy. Nothing of this shewed on my face I am sure. My face was a blank, polite mask. Our brother Edward, now at Eton, has a wild, wicked sense of humour that has entertained his sisters from the cradle. He has a lightning wit, and says the most comical. It is a gate to hell we are talking about here. I call into the portal "I wish to be a better lover, is there anyone on the other side willing to give advise?" A loud deep base voice speaks back "I can do you one better, I can grant your wish... for a price." "What is this price Demon of hell" He laughs and I could almost swear the world shook when he did "Nothing much just a small favor and I'd even give you a few gifts to get the job done. All you must do is swear to me, in my name, that. “Be a bad girl, Anne. Be my bad girl.” His voice repeats in my head, sending shivers down my body. I pull myself out of bed and shower. I turn to see myself in the mirror and I can see large love bites all over my neck and chest. My fingertips graze over them remembering who caused them, igniting my desire, but I mentally slap myself and regain focus. By nine o'clock I am dressed in jeans, boots, a jacket and one quick scarf with my hair down to cover up any evidence from the night before. The. She’d found pictures of his ex-wife in the stuff he’d packed when they’d left Illinois. ‘Another drink, Jake?’ she asked, ignoring Heather’s presence completely. ‘Why not? Thank you,’ he said, dismissing her easily. He knew she’d been requesting that he be the one to get her another drink, but what could he say? She’d walked right into that one. Jenny shot Heather a dirty look before excusing herself to go to the bar. Jake let his gaze linger on Heather’s breasts, pressing tight against the.