She would have laughed at his timid expression had she not been so enraged. "Good evening, sweetie," she said in a voice oozing syrup. "Did you have a...good time?"He declined to answer as he walked down the hall toward the bedroom. She was behind him in an instant as he entered the room. "Russ, I've been thinking," she said in that same sweet voices. "You seem to really enjoy napping on the couch," she said as she carefully picked up the pillow upon which he slept. The smile faded from her face. ”“We don’t need him.” Jen said. “We have Adam.”“It’s true?” Mrs Towers said. “All of you?”“Jen was first and I hate her for it.” Maura beamed.“You were planning the rites tomorrow?” Agent Parker said. “They want Adam to be their human sacrifice.”“What?” Adam’s mother was up on her feet.“We didn’t know.” Krysten defended her sister.“I did.” Jen said. She looked up at Agent Parker. “Thank you, thank you for letting us save him.”“We’re not saved.” Agent Parker said. “I had been trying to save boys. It was a lonely feeling waking up in bed by myself Tuesday morning. I shook off feeling sorry for myself, though, and concentrated on straightening up the house and taking care of Jethro. Dee pulled up at ten in a car I'd never seem before. She was wearing her black wig, a long trench coat and big wrap-around sunglasses. Seeing her in disguise, it dawned on me that my grandparents' nosy neighbors must be salivating in anticipation of telling Nana and Papa about all the women I'd had here. Dee. I realize she wants something to happen. I don’t know what she wants because I’m practically fisting her pussy. It isn’t until she places her hand on my face that I realize she wants me to go down on her. I move down her body and suck and lick her nipples before moving down that tight little stomach of hers. Just before I’m about to open her sweet little cheerleader thighs and dive into the most intoxicating pussy I’ve ever seen, I feel the light touch of a small hand on my shoulder and look.