Wiping his forehead with a scruffy rag, Craig's hands were still shaking. He was silent. With a cigarette placed between his thick fingers, Mbuji swig...ed at a bottle. It appeared to be whisky. He turned to Craig as if about to lose his patience, 'So, you tell me what is you name?' Craig lifted his head, 'My name is Craig.' 'You American?' ­said the large black man. 'Yes, American. Are you?' Mbuji laughed sarcastically, 'Huh.. I no American.' 'So you're Nigerian?' 'No. I from the Senegal, but I. "So this is the monster that consumed your brother," said a voice I only vaguely recognised. "It doesn't look like much" It's stronger than it looks. It has a demon's strength, and claws to match. You've seen what it did to my face." said another voice which I recognised instantly as my brothers. So he had been the one I sliced in the van."It makes no odds, we will burn the demon out of him soon enough," said a third voice, one I didn't know at all. "What about your sister" Dad thinks she is. She moved over and said hello and I laughed and asked how she was. She said horny. I could tell. I could not resist but put my hand on her bulge and she smiled more. I rubbed it and moved it in her shorts. I got harder immediately and she reciprocated by feeling me. I could feel precum oozing out. I took her by the hand to the toilets and led her in. I had been to the same toilets a week before with a fruit seller who turned me on while buying a smoothie. She was about 40 and it was fun to feel. Since Isa was breast feeding it meant that even if Joe was awakened by the baby's cries, it was still the mum which had to get up and do the feeding.With the arrival of the baby Isa had taken maternity leave and a temporary replacement had been found for her in the office it meant that Joe could go to work without having lost too much sleep. When we came home from school Katy and I usually volunteered to watch the baby which gave Isa a chance to put her feet up and have a rest from the tasks of.