He turned to look her in the face. She grew curious as to why he stopped to look at her like he was. He swallowed, hard, again which she noticed, but ...he waited. She waited to hear what he had to say. And finally he told her. His eyes looked down and then his head. She stood, waiting, and didn’t say a word. He looked up, slowly, but wouldn’t look her in the eyes. Finally he said “As you know, I don’t go to a regular high school. Seeing as I don’t I don’t get to interact with people like uhhh. The man next to her was an older man in a sheriff’s uniform. A shiny golden star badge. A peanut butter colored dress shirt tucked into olive green dress pants. He had sunglasses on and a cowboy hat. His belt was full, complete with a .45 magnum, a taser, hand cuffs, and little open parts of the belt filled in a line with bullets. He had a bushy mustache and a potbelly.“Now you just thought to your little self you was gonna come into my town and cause trouble?” the sheriff asked.“Where the fuck. By human standarts, and frankly even by demon standarts, he was quite handsome with sharp features, semi-long black hair and deep black eyes. While his original eyes had a deep shade of red he deemed it not suitable for the mortal realm considering that red eyes did not exist natuarlly on humans.It didn’t take long for him to spot his victim, a tall woman in her late twenties with short brunette hair and light brown eyes. She had modest breasts that got pushed up by her bra and wore a form. Mixed feelings then go towards anxious feelings, but then you tell yourself how happy this is making her, how you can never stop it and that by making her happy will be good for us both. You get yourself back on track again, just in time for you to hear the door go as she arrives home from work. She is beautiful, walking through the door, a tight black skirt that comes above the knee, the blouse with those 34F boobs thrusting out of, and those killer heels that make that lovely bottom wiggle.