It was getting colder and she was going to need some sweaters pretty soon, she’d reasoned after looking at the forty dollar price tag. It made her f...el a little better about that purchase. She came up with reasons she needed every new article of clothing. Except for the shoes. She could only come up with the fact that the shoes were amazing and she wanted them badly. When she got home it was almost seven o’clock. She felt sleepy, and wanted a hot bath and a good night’s sleep. She unloaded her. This same voice, always screaming orders, and insults, likesomeone who really enjoyed being cruel would do to.... to a slave. Theman yelling, hurting him, hitting him, twisting his arm way up againsthis back. And then-Whatever had happened next was something his mind was refusing to showhim, like a computer when you typed in the wrong password. But whateverit was, it had hurt a lot. And as bad as he sensed its physicallyelement had been, even worse was how these repeated horrors (for hesensed. Her mind's eye fixed on the melting dessert. It was like staring at Charlie—nude, hard—preparing to transport her body to his private corner of nirvana."Go ahead, try a taste," Pat whispered softly and nudged the dish a half inch closer.Maggie looked at her free hand and realized the long-handled spoon was already in her fingers. The taste of her chocolate ice cream had just left her tongue; the memory was already beckoning her back. Surely she wouldn't abandon the chocolate. Could she put it. "Thank you for your help," one of the succubi said. "It was invaluable."Silky hair the color of fire cascaded down onto her shoulders. When he looked at it Trent longed to run his hand though it and feel the silky smoothness slide over his fingers. She'd given her name as Lophi.They were standing on a rocky outcrop overlooking the base. Plumes of smoke rose up behind him into a roiling purple and red sky. All the personnel--his bros, homies--were dead, captured or worse. Trent wasn't, and that.