She loved pretending she had to follow His orders, even if they were risky, or humiliating or both. Especially if they were both. Oh, if only she knew...what He really looked like, so she could completely visualize Him--now standing behind her, in her imagination, watching the motion of her hand inside her panties. Oooo?she was going to come any second?ohhhh?ohhhhhh?Then she slowed for a moment, grimacing. If only this collar weren't so tight, she thought to herself. It's really distracting.She. Rebecca Avondale deacon and keith’s client.Marsha stylist to RebeccaGulfcrest hotel/casinoElanor, Mark and Simon family being stalkedSylvia Amos sheriff’s detective.Tomas Gorseski Sylvia Avery’s husbandWillow goth chick. Computer nerdAbdi arab family victim of arson.Ginger Moss Willow’s motherMr Serpico client in motel.Liam Amos hunter.Jasper Amos Liam’s sonJerry Geyser first separated man to stay in cabin/tent.Lou Anne Mason justice deptJill one of the federal cops.Ashley Marcy’s friend.Nurse. The rapier bounced back from the attack leaving nary a scratch to show for the meeting. Tristan rolled to his left out of the demon's direct path, trailing his right hand which held a dagger, trying to hamstring the evil one. The dagger, at least, was somewhat more powerful than the blade, for it left a scratch across the back of the demon's leg. Not much to show for the initial engagement, and that truly worried Tristan.The Demon Lord turned on Tristan and swung his sword downward in an arc. But Clay just smiled, and said: "None of my fuckin business, eh? Well, I bet your mom would be interested in what business you had at that old man's house I seen you comin' out of about fifteen minutes ago. And now I see you comin' home, all sweaty and smellin' like sex." Fuck off," Abby said to Clay, and again twisted to get loose from his grip, this time twisting her body around so that his arm was now around her slippery body as she attempted to break free."Oh, I'll fuck off, all right, you.