" Your household is locked in the storeroom in the kitchen," McAllister told the demon, and watched him leave."We need to go," Sable warned him. "Stay...ng would be suicidal."Frustrated, McAllister gave consideration to their return. It was plain they would not be able to return directly, the gods at the congruence would see to that. He began to pull forth on the True Fire so close by, and so marvelously external. He had just raised his hands to draw the square before him, when a familiar voice. Unfortunately, Carl found that the line at Starbucks was moving even more slowly than usual. He had only fifteen minutes to spare after getting his coffee, but he still had to battle the sluggish traffic on the 35W freeway on the way to work. Due to a few sudden stops, he spilled a small amount of coffee on the upholstery in his car. "Frickin' great," Carl groaned. He would soon learn that he would have the proverbial terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day.Carl made it to the office. Your head is just bloody brilliant. I am jealous" What of? Hair or nose?" Both! I just wish I could get away with it. Maybe when George and I go away on holiday, I could try it out? So did you do this after you got back?" No, I got back looking like this." Wow. Scars of battle or right of passage?" Well - bit of both really." Active or passive? I mean did they just do it to you, or did you ask for it to be done?" Well — oh, it's a bit embarrassing really." Embarrassing? Now I am really. His hips began flexing slowly, sliding out of the tight tunnel until just the head remained inside. There was no hurry to his movements as he leisurely moved inside her. He loved watching her face as passion overtook her. Her lips were parted and her eyes half closed as he moved in and out, his pace quickening as her muscles relaxed. He was sliding easier now in her natural lubricant, allowing him to go even quicker. His hips slapped hers, their bodies creating a percussion rhythm to the song.