“Tory” I said. I might have smiled, but I was really tired. “J…..I made a mistake….” He began. “Come in” I invited. He followed me to ...he kitchen table. I started the coffee pot. “I love Rachel. I really do…please; her mother wants her back so bad!!” Then he started to cry. I couldn’t lament, he had sent her to me with full knowledge of what I did to girls. I made them into courtesans, slaves for the wealthy. “Tory,” I touched his shoulder and he shuddered. “It is done, it cannot be taken. I caught my breath as I reread the text message:7 pm. DO NOT BE LATENot exactly a seductive invitation, Anna, I thought. I wonder what can be so important? A frown crossed my face. Surely the girls hadn't broken down and told Jennifer's mother anything? Whilst the brief exchanges with Anna had certainly been a little flirtatious, I doubted that she was as openly sexual as her daughter. "Problems at work, darling?" my wife asked as she entered the room and saw the concerned look on my face.. He’d done it. He’d said it out loud.Not to her, admittedly, but still ... he’d said it.Now he needed to find his love and say the words to her directly.“I have to go,” he murmured, and before Nicolette could respond he was out the door, heading straight for Brandi’s house.The cheerleader wanted to punch the wall with frustration. She needed to be fucked, to feel the demon’s muscular body pressing against hers, to bathe in his scent.As she looked around, a smile slowly crept onto her face. Yes,. I’d quit my job by then so I had time to fix his meals; then, deliver them during visiting hours. A few of the nurses figured out the relationship and gave me some latitude as far as coming and going. The k**s only came one time and didn’t stay long. I waited in the lounge during that.He was in a semi-private room; the other guy was nice enough, spent most of the time watching television or reading. He’d been cordial to me but not overly friendly…his wife didn’t like me at all. She made that.