It’s a spirit, not a demon. Vander lived, thanks to Justice! It’s going to be okay, I promise. Just breathe, sis.”I must have looked pale; I did...’t resist when Aedan encouraged me to lean forward, putting my head between my knees as I hyperventilated. I let out a hysterical laugh.“It’s not okay. It’s...” I trailed off, sitting upright again and meeting my brother’s eyes. “Do you know the difference between a demon and a spirit?”He looked puzzled, and opened his mouth to reply. I cut him off. ........... "Baby , Am coming to lick your pussy and give you a good seeing too tomorrow morning (Sunday). Where nothing but your knickers and dress sexy !! Z"My heart raced I tried busying myself as not to think about it but as the time progressed I became more anxious. Okay girl get it together you know the drill , yeah sometimes you have to talk to yourself were my thoughts. I knew I was in for a treat but my mind was still in overdrive . I got up on Sunday morning and showered imagining. Ultimately, the emotion that won over my behavior was that of a coward. I didn’t want to make a scene. So I continued to lie across the leather lounger and listen sceptically to his voice.“Today we will go back,” he said again. “Back to a road not taken that would have changed your experience as a corporal being...”I didn’t say a word, holding onto suspended belief.“Relax,” he encouraged. “Relax. We won’t go anywhere you don’t really want to go ... Relax and let your mind guide you.”I did as he. ’ This, as it turned out, was quite literal. I couldn’t stand being with Herman again unless I came clean about a few things. Before, in our married life, I had never really been bothered by little things like a conscience. But I was now, and even though this first night should have been one of pure romance, the ‘Molly’ side of me demanded that it first be one of confession. I had cheated on him – twice (well, twice with other men, anyway): once before we were married, with the bartender at my.