.. ?"His eyes popped open. "No!" he exclaimed, appalled. "No way! Why would you ... no way!" he repeated. "That is so gross."I was so effing relieved....He'd corrupted me, his young cousin; I'd die, knowing he corrupted his own son. Especially at the age he corrupted me: fourteen."How do you know about me and him?" I asked.He became red faced with embarrassment. "My dad accidentally copied me on one of your emails. He never noticed, and I guess you didn't either, because I never saw a reply." I. " We have every intention of doing that," I replied, flashing a smile at Inez. We spoke with them for a few minutes, before they moved on."What a nice couple," said Inez dreamily. "So ... what now?" She gazed down at her left hand, spreading her fingers, as if she needed to visually convince herself that the ring was indeed there."Well, we'd better eat your mom's sandwiches," I cracked, and we both laughed. "But I think there's a group of people back at your uncle's place who really should be. Still, she was highly devoted to him, to a practically fanatic level at times, likely the result of some sort of fiendish ability or magic, or at least its lingering effects.Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and everything associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted; it was more to do with their origins than who they were as individuals.. "I'll have the peppered steak and the slut will have the chicken." he told her. When we finished our food the bar tender came over and started chatting with my husband. He was looking at the collar. "That's interesting." Without replying my husband turned to me "What are you." he asked. I looked at him for mercy. He looked threateningly at me."I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." "Nice to meet you, Pauline the slut. What brings you here." My husband then told him about our shopping trip describing.