Mary was rubbing the back of my neck in a display of possessive ownership. I figured it was her way of sending out a signal that she was laying claim ...o my cock and bids from unattached females would not be appreciated. It was not a scene that I wanted to continue much longer, because I was getting tired of her obsessive jealousy. Her older sister Judy was wise enough to keep her distance, when Mary was around, because she had listened to her insulting rants on more than one occasion. Still, I. OwnedShe lured me in with the simplest, more direct of invitations. I was at a rather good party while not in the best of moods, so I hadn't really gotten into the vibe of the music or the conversation. All that I had gotten convincingly into was a rather good bottle of bourbon. I was leaning against a column, off to the edge of the impromptu dance floor, letting the taste of the whisky linger in my mouth while I ogled a few of the more attractive women guests.All of this contributed to my. After everybody else had left for the evening, we were going to find Bill the necessary steel cable to make him a set of bracers for his wrists. With those, he would never be unarmed against a demon once I taught him how to use them both as offensive and defensive weapons. Dammit, I had a lot of training time ahead of me in the foreseeable future.The afternoon went pretty much as I had predicted. Each of the squad leaders, a veteran of the first fight with demons, began training the squads in. That drunken bastard caused all this and then drove off,” growled Joe. “I saw him get out of his car and look around. He barely could get back into the car he was so drunk.” “Joe, I really didn’t see anything. When did it happen?” I asked, for a moment not even thinking about what we were doing around that time. Joe blushed and stumbled for a moment with his words, “You had, ah, just turned your back to the window for the last time. Didn’t you hear it?” “I’m sorry Joe, I had some music on, kind.