She knew that she would have to use the new tool each night to avoid the pitfalls of the flesh that would speed her on her way to the lair of the devi... himself. She looked out the window and speculated what the devil actually looked like. She was certain he would have to be handsome because at one time he was an Angel as well. Her thoughts ran to the size of his thing. Somehow her hand wandered down to her lap and she pressed against the sudden hot feeling between her legs. She came back to. "Demure!" Glade hissed. "Where are you?" Here," said Demure from the shore where she was securing another raft for herself and not one that belonged to her. It was Glade who was usually careless of property rights. After all, ownership wasn't a concept she'd ever been aware of before she came to live amongst Demure's people. But it seemed somehow especially wrong that Demure should claim for herself the best-made and most sturdy raft when she, of all people, had a very clear idea of what was. I’ll show you where it is," and lead him over and up the stairs.They got to the top of the stairs where there was a family room and two doors on either side of the one long wall and one in the middle to a shared bathroom."This way. Mine’s over here. That one is Brad’s room," she said, tugging him by the hand.He walked into the room and the light wasn’t on, but the room was very well lit from the three sets of two windows. Two of the sets on the longer wall facing Tom’s house and one set was on. Shampooed my hair, conditioned it then scrubbed myself thoroughly. I dried my flaming red hair, put on makeup, slipped out of my silky robe and proceeded to dress. Finished, I went downstairs. It was a warm day and heard Mom talking on the phone about me with someone. I poured myself a lemonade and went onto the porch to leaf through the new edition of Cosmopolitan magazine. Making special note of makeup and hairstyle tips.I had to wait almost an hour until a car pulled up on the curb and.