So he tries somethingdifferent - he leans back and tries to sit up on the stone. After a fewseconds, he catches his balance, avoids falling on his fac..., sits up, andtries to focus his eyes. Blurry. He rubs his eyes with the back of his handsand tries again. Better this time.Yep. He can see. He's sitting in the middle of a large, flat, dark expanseof stone. Directly next to him, about three feet away, is a white post orpole about two inches in diameter and sticking up about four or five feetout. She rather kept the stock at home, just in case. After Larry left her, almost every single evening, she had gone in some bar alone, had all she could drink and rarely left the bar alone and the only question she ever faced was to go to her place or his. She was not at all immoral by nature but this promiscuity ensured that she had company in the bed for the night and when she woke up in the late hours of night, she did not experience the terror of being alone. True, she had gained a repute of. Drunk off of the innocent boys cum, who were now becoming infected with demonic taint. Two days in the mortal realm and Ashkrath had taken over the church which had taken her in. The cop had brought her here when she was discovered after transporting to the human realm. Ashkrath revealed she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. It had only taken a few hours feed and consume the adults in the church. All that was left of the people here where the choir boys. The succubus had found it surprising how. Send. Send. It feels awkward and slow; it's been too long. He's used to so much more. That's the trouble - he was always used to so much more.Just as the silence begins to breach her armor all over again, she sees it. Cumming.Is he?The revelation slaps. Backhands. It's a fitting conclusion to what she already knows will be their last chat.*Somewhere in the post-signoff hours, he makes it a point to write that her openness has changed nothing for him. He thanks her for last night, repeating what.