His eyes were a regular brown and his hair matched. In the front it was spiked up to a semi-Mohawk. ‘By the way, because you are hot—’ ‘Thank...you.’ ‘-We are going to have to set some ground rules. Where are you from?’ ‘California.’ He mumbled to himself. ‘Okay, good. I won’t have to worry about the ‘big city life, small country girl’ promiscuity faze.’ The elevator doors opened. Caden hadn’t even realized a button was pressed. They were on the thirteenth floor. Gabriel exited, Caden followed.. In the end I told her that I wanted to get acquainted with someone."Uncle Marty, you randy old man. Who are you after? I'm sure I can help you to arrange something." Abigail." Oh, come on, uncle Marty, you need someone in your life now that auntie Ann has gone. Sorry, should I have mentioned her?" Abbie, Anita was part of your growing up. Never be afraid to talk about her to me." Thanks, but come on, tell me, who's the lucky lady you're after? I can put you together on machines next to each. Her head was on his shoulder, watching his penis slowly deflate. Though he was young, he was a good lover and knew his powers of recuperation were better than most. If she was to do this, she must do it quickly. He was lying motionless with his eyes closed, enjoying the moment and the serene post orgasm feeling that floated through him. At the moment she spoke he was thinking how wonderful she was and how infatuated he had become with her. "Darling..." Her voice was almost a dream. "Eyes open,. Only if he likes you, only if he think your worthy. And he's the only one with the power to do it too. If he likes you, then maybe you'll be lucky."Sitka was up and dressed by the time Jahke returned, clean, dry and looking sort of polished. He let the big horned demon brush his hair and pulled on a pair of black sweats."Oh no." What?" Jahke turned to his lover with a frown."I am not taking you to meet the Prince of Hell in sweatpants. Come on, you gotta learn to tie a loin cloth.