.." the cop gasped, looking up at the crimson light and dropping the nail onto the ground.High as whistles and as low as dying moans, a choir of blood...curdling screams exploded from the officer's radio, each terrifying cry as loud as an air horn. The screams were mixed, portraying agonizing pain, traumatizing fear, a desperation to escape or be given death, and evil and wickedness that the human mind just could not comprehend. The screams pierced Jason's skull like a dozen power drills, making. "Saved from having to come up with something myself, I took the factors hand and shook it. "Good morning Mister Ghunst." What brings you to my office this morning." He asked."Can I offer you both some Cintosa? I have a fresh pot."We accepted and he offered us a couple of seats near his desk as he prepared the cups for us."You were referred to us by Trunk Gurmot, who we met a while back in Seacroft. When we said we had some business in the area, he suggested we look you up." Ah, I remember the. They got focused on doing the turkey baster thing, you know, get a guy to jerk off into a turkey baster and then go squirt it up my wife's hooch while she is standing on her head. Thinking that this might be a chance to see some stranger rail my wife I yelled out "Why not just screw the guy and cut out the baster thing. That would be the easiest thing to do. Just pick up a guy from a bar and bring him home and fuck him and get knocked up." The three of them looked at me then started talking. . what are you?" Ah. I guess we never really did get introduced officially, even thoughwe've kissed. Twice, in fact. My name is Constance, but you can call meConnie." Twice?" Beth asked, but before the girl could answer, the boy formstirred, and the girl form disappeared like smoke.Beth considered telling the new kid when they woke, but decided againstit. "Why would he believe me?" she thought, and so kept quiet.Later, after she had said her goodbyes and headed home. That night, sheprayed.