In June 1978, I was two months away from turning eighteen and almost didn’t count. We arrived in Coolidge on June 15, which was Mom and Dad’s 20th...wedding anniversary. They locked themselves into our hotel room and made like rabbits paroled from prison while Jim and I took the Laguna and explored the area. They found a house to rent and we moved in. Four weeks later, Mom got a job at Central Arizona College—herein CAC for brevity—and one of her fringe benefits was an on-campus apartment. As. Lamb: Real name, Lauren.Slave: Lauren's ex-fiance. We find out what happens to him next chapter.About this story: This is intended to be a work of fiction. There are nosuch things as demons. I am writing this story as I go and don't knowwhere it will go until I have already written it. If you enjoy my workor have suggestions, please feel free to email me. I am also open towriting comissions.[email protected]Chapter 1. - LambSometimes, when mortals sleep their thoughts and desires leak out. Also, people change, as they grow older. Most but not all, get their best looks in their twenties or even thirties."Helen started to make supper after we got home and Aron answered any phone calls. I was in the barn doing chores and Aron could truthfully say that I was not in the house. I expected some important calls, so Aron could safely filter them for me. The horse was put out in the corral while I cleaned her stall. I shovelled the manure into a wheelbarrow, took the load out and dumped it. “She said she would be at the back door in a couple of minutes. She said she saw your car ...” For a few moments my grandmother sat there, her face in her hands. Then she sighed heavily and turned her bleak face towards me. “What are we going to do, Robert?” A single tear slid over her cheek.I had no answers, I even felt like crying myself. Shrugging I replied with a rhetorical, “Let her in and see what she’s got to say?”Gran shrugged her own shoulders. “Nothing else for it, I suppose.”After.