It’s always the guy’s fault,” Rachael said with a smile. “Karen asked me over for her birthday party. It’s next Friday. Can I go?”“Will ...oys be there?”Rachael laughed. “What if there are?”“Boys only have one thing in mind.”“You’re a boy!”I grinned. “That’s how I know. I have one thing in mind.”“Again?” Rachael exclaimed.“Last time we made love. Now, like all boys, I just want sex. It’s entirely different.”Rachael laughed. “What happened today to make you horny?”“Your mother. She really looks. It was still to late to catch any business open and the only motel was a seedy place long past its prime. The Seven Oaks Lodge was nothing more than a flophouse for transients. The desk clerk was asleep behind the counter when I stepped into the lobby.The dank little room assaulted my sensitive nose as soon as I opened the door. It reeked of too many years of whiskey, cum and shit. If you would cram your nose into the nasty ass crack of a three-day-old corpse of a cheap, drunken whore you could. It seems to ring fifteen or twenty times before someone picks up."Hello, who is this?", you ask."Who are you? Some chick? Where's the cop?", a rough male voice rasps."I am the negotiator. Who are you?" My name is not important. Negotiator, huh? So that must mean you're willing to listen to our demands!" Certainly. However we would be much more willing to listen if you showed us a sign of good faith. Release a hostage, and then we'll talk." What kind of idiot do you think I am? I should kill one. ‘It’s just a Ouija board, Roger.’ ‘Kid’s game my ass. That thing is evil. That thing is nothing but a porthole to the Devil,’ said Roger. ‘You never know what wicked creature you’ll unleash with that thing by teasing the occult. I’ll have no part of something that I can’t shoot and kill. I’ll have no part of something that I don’t even know exists, when it’s in the room and standing right behind me.’ ‘Okay, then, let’s forget about the Ouija game,’ said Anne reluctantly closing the box and.