As he, ashamed, told,Illana was a very liberal young woman and used to invite male company shefound in the bars to cheap hotels for sex. She met the d...mon during afull moon and the transfer was done. After that she fell asleep for atleast 12 hours.I didn't know at the time, but the monks which were together with us toldthis was the usual outcome of the demon?s attack: the victim slept. Thiswas surely a defense mechanism designed to give the demon enough room toescape. In my case the outcome was. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't. But she certainly didn't seem too shy about standing there in the open window. Granted, the shutters blocked the view from the street, and I knew there were no other windows on this side of my house, so the only person who could possibly see her was me, and I had already seen plenty this afternoon.She reached behind her back, and I couldn't help but grin. A couple of seconds later, my patience paid off. Her hands dropped to her side, and her bra slipped off her. How would I prove it? An idea was already forming. ‘O.K. Frankie. You must know lots of men. Why me?’ ‘Men,’ Frankie answered, ‘fall into three groups. Sadistic bastards that don’t know when to stop, most men who think they want a woman at their mercy and when it happens haven’t the balls to do anything about it and some who know and understand discipline.’ She paused for breath and went on ‘We think or at least Victoria thinks that you can do the job.’ There was quiet in the motor for a few. We took our bags into the bedroom and unpacked them, putting underwear and socks in the drawers of a small cabinet, and then we tucked the bags away under the bed. Your sweater was damp, so you went to start a fire in the fireplace. I took the plastic bag I had brought into the mini kitchen, and took out cans of beans, tomatoes, and tuna, a package of eggs, a bottle of milk, different types of bread, a box of pasta, and a ham wrapped in paper. While you made a fire, I worked my magic in the.