Especially one as hot as this girl was. And I mean she was hot. She was a couple of inches shorted than me, with straight back hair that hung loose ar...und her shoulders. She wore a brown sweater that was tight across her generous breasts and a black skirt with pleats. Not too short. But short enough to show how nice her legs were."Hi," she said. It was just a casual greeting, like you would nod to someone you half knew as you passed them in the corridor.I looked at her face and was lost in her. “Hey!”The demon paid her no mind. "My name is Ekracthul, Scourge of Spirits.” The demon uttered it’s name in a prideful timbre, as if it had not had the pleasure of doing so in countless centuries.“Scourge of Spirits?” she asked, stalling for time. “How did you earn that name?"The Druthulidi chuckled, sending tremors through the chamber and bits of rubble raining from the ceiling, “You will find out soon enough, my child."“I’m not your child.”“You will be,” countered the demon.The tentacles. "In control." Controlling."You shouldn't be an English major, Jen, you should be training for the diplomatic service. You could sell shit and position it as organic fertilizer, or plant food."She didn't feel the need to respond."I have changed. Jeff says it was there all along. The stuff I cared so much about six months ago just doesn't seem that important anymore." I know exactly what you mean. I changed a lot, too, after I met Jeff. He makes you question the reasons you do things." I know. That's not all it's cracked up to be in the mediawith all looks and stuff. Models had to have talent in other areas toonot just pretty faces. So I worked out a lot, kept my body in shape. Thephysical is a big part to it and I also worked with music and arts. Iloved music too.My day began with a long hot shower to clean myself up. Luckily I neverhad to fight my sister for the bathroom anymore. My single mother raisingus took what little money she had left to have a additional bathroombuilt for.