“As much as l’d love to sweetheart,” she said, walking over to him, taking hold of his cock and giving it a squeeze, “l’m not going out with...that bitch with your cum running down my leg.”David turned, heading for the hall.“Don’t go bothering your sister either,” his mother called after him, “she’s feeling well enough to go to college this morning so she will be leaving soon.” Seeing David hesitate she added, “ Come here, l’ll give you a quick wank, that will have to do for now.”David walked. “Tie a fucking pedo round the old oak treeIf he fucking dies its all right by me.”“Who writes this shit?” Hunt asked.I never admitted anything, “Its satire,” I said.“Fucking racist,” he said shaking his head.“Across the sea, where all the priests are pedophiles,"“Celibate means the fucking lot are gay.” Boris warbled to what might well have been supposed to be the tune to “Danny Boy.”“Christ sake Johnno she’ll be on the racist crap next do something!” Sandra hissed in me lug hole as the pub. . well actually I did, but I was only thinking aloud and didn't even notice you were there to be honest".Not the greatest of retorts, Jane thought but it could have been worse."Oh, right" the man said and seemed to hesitate for a moment before adding with a nervous smirk, "... anything I can do to help?".Jane was even further shocked at this. Did he just proposition her? She didn't even know his name. The man had obviously just noticed the shock on her face because his smirk faded to an. I looked at my hand and felt as if it belonged to someone else. I could feel sensations that my brain couldn’t translate. Warmth? softness? dampness? Suddenly I realized what was happening: I was feeling what the demon was feeling. I concentrated harder, and could feel the girl’s thighs clenched about my wrist, my fingers probing the meat of her uterus. My other hand was wrapped around her delicate throat, powerful enough to crush it in an instant but holding back. I wondered what other.