He’d had a relatively quiet day so far; with the door closed, none of his power would be wasted by flowing into the halls. What’s more, the simple...action showed the demon counsellor just how little focus the man was putting on self-preservation.“You!” Niles accused, and Mr. Foster just continued to smile in response. “What have you done to the children??”“Please, take a soat. Miles, is it?”“Niles,” the British man hissed, and Mr. Foster decided to test his pliability by implanting a suggestion. S going to st ... ab my face," I sobbed clutching tight against D, my saviour once again. I didn't want to ever let go."There. There, it's alright," D said, gently stroking my head as I wept into her shoulder.A teacher came running up, he took one look at me and D, I felt disgust radiate from him. "What's going on here? You been causing trouble again Newman?" he asked with a sneer."No sir," said D, somehow making the title sound like an insult, "Stacy Smith tried to attack my friend here with. Don’t know what might ‘pop-up’ during the rest of the day. Hubby will probably want another piece at bedtime.”“He just can’t tell that you’ve been fucking, can he?”She smiled, “No. He thinks I’m his virgin bride even though you and I spent the night before the wedding screwing our brains out. At least somebody thinks I’m virtuous.”He laughed, “I’d never want you to be that! You’d had a few dicks before you tried mine so long ago and they just made you better.”She kissed him and started moving. ’ ‘Anyway, I know you’re busy, so I’ll get off here. I saw Sheila today, and she says hi… I hope you’ll be home around ten tonight. I miss you, and want to make this up to you. I have some big news for you too. I love you. Bye, babe.’ BEEP! Mark turned the answering machine off. He saw that there were five more messages, and he had a sneaking suspicion that all of them were from Ellen. Even if they weren’t, he wasn’t up for wading through any more calls tonight. He opened the flat, top drawer.