They deftly traced the faint lines of pinkish scar tissue where his body had been opened. A larger splotch of pink skin, the puckered ridges already f...ding, showed where the Kreert knife had smashed through his rib cage."Pretty good, for only a few hours outa surgery. Here, let me prop you up." He touched a button. The bed changed shape, lifting Rand to a comfortable sitting position. "There you are. You need anything else, just push the buzzer."Rand hardly noticed when Imrud left. His head was. I nodded. I wasn't ready but if we didn't do it now, then we would always just remain brother and sister and nothing else. I didn't want that. I wanted the world to know that I loved my brother, more than anything.Tim knocked on our parents' door and I could faintly hear my mother answer "Come in."Tim opened the door and never let go of my hand. Our parents were watching late TV comedy shows. Our parents turned to us, their eyes wandered to our hands. They saw we held hands like lovers do."Mom?. It appeared that during maintenance work carried out during the holiday period, an electrician had made a botch of some rewiring and because the fault was in the ceiling void, it took a long time for the fire alarm system to detect the resultant fire. One thing was certain; the chemistry department would be in temporary quarters for some time to come.Our plans had to change. I had a steaming woman beside me, one throbbing girl that I knew about, behind me and one who was, I believed, simmering. The Devils Pact, The Ghost of Paris by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Nine: The Marital Bed Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 Paris, Texas It was nearing midnight and Heather Pritchard lay on her side, snoring softly, which was strange to hear coming from such a beautiful, young woman. She was my favorite bedmatea redheaded vixen that loved my cock. Tonight I had made a deal with the demoness Astarte: she got to possess Darleen Cumminss body until dawn and I got unlimited.