Should they try to fly over, automated sentry guns track them and blast away from reserve tanks full of holy water. Everybody calls it the Holy Grid. ...e call it a death sentence.They left us here to rot with the demons. If they couldn't be cured, they figured they'd keep 'em in. They still flourished for a while, turned more humans into their kind. Then, they started running out of soul food. We humans began hiding, fighting back in some cases. And the demons got hungry. The ones that stayed. She turned to face him, and leaned forward, her anticipation evidenced by the sparkle in her eye. "Frank Walker, you tell me every detail, or you can sleep on this sofa tonight."Frank really didn't need to be threatened. He knew that Annie enjoyed hearing about his spankings almost as much as he did giving them. Once he began she settled back let him talk uninterrupted, because he was a natural story teller. But when he described his confrontation with Maria Clark, she had to break in."Your. And Clarissa was fully engaged in life.She and her brother, Matt were just three and two years old, respectively, when they were orphaned. Their father's brother, Bob, was their only living relative and he took them in. He was the only father they remembered, really, but in honor of his brother's memory, he insisted that he was just "Uncle Bob."Their heritage was also present in their body makeup. Both their parents had been thin, and the children they produced seemed to be exact copies,. Once there they got a drink each and discussed love, sex and men. Carla told Lucy how she would like a man who would do most everything for her and would submit in bed. Lucy started to laugh. "That is Dave in a nut shell!" Carla almost spit out her drink having only met Dave once for just a little bit. "It must be true. All the good ones are either gay or taken." Lucy then told of all the things they done together and how open Dave is to anything Lucy wants.Just then a song they both liked came.