"I showed him a video of the manager talking with the demon, "They were in it together, the manager woman and this animal conspired to get you fired."...he man glowered at it, "I knew it!" I'm sorry to hear of another good man put down by one of these things." Damn beast, I'd like to wring it's bloody neck." Really? I could help you find it. This one's a school girl. I have contacts that could locate it and give you information on its movements. It would be up to you to deal with her as you. “You like that idea, don’t you, sissy? You’ve thought about it before, haven’t you? Did you secretly hope I’d do that to you? What a fucking little pervert you are! But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Sissikins blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor. Sir always knew what she was thinking. It was like he could read her sissy-bimbo mind and tap into her deepest thoughts and fantasies. He would often fuck her for hours, stopping before he came in her, coming back to her again and again after. My objections would be overruled. My opinions would count for nothing. On this occasion I decided that maybe swapping rooms wouldn't be so devastating really. So I'd have to get rid of the girlie decor, but really it didn't matter. I resolved to go back upstairs and tell John.. shit, I mean Clare, what I, in my wisdom, had decided to do. "I have decided to let you have my room," I proclaimed. "Thought you'd see it my way eventually, Sis." "Whatever...anyway, I've come to collect my stuff. Or to think about too much at all. Johnny was 26, and didn't know what to do with himself a lot of the time. He hated to even get out of bed in the morning, so it was a good thing his shift at the gas station didn't start until noon. Almost every Saturday, his routine was the same... and had been for more than a decade. He would arrive at the neighborhood convenience store about 11 o'clock. (When this gig started, Johnny rode his bike; now, he drove his car, but otherwise, things were about the.