The bank where she worked wasn't really a fan, but it wasallowed by their dress code. The art supply store I worked at could havecared less. Eventuall..., we started toying with the idea of leaving ourboring dead-end jobs, and starting over as cows ourselves. It was just apersistent fantasy until one day I got a call from a teary-eyed Beckyabout the bank layoffs. My own job wasn't really going to support usboth, and I'd had no luck selling my paintings or getting another one inthe down economy.. Turning towards the bathroom, the fading light of a setting sun caught my eye through the window. It reflected off the glossy cover of that strange Werewoman book I had set down earlier.Gliding down the hall towards my bathroom, unfastening my belt and kicking off my shoes as I went, I felt a faint arousal building within me. The feeling seems to be different than the usual urgent need for relief centered around my penis. Instead it covered a million little points all over my body. “Heh,. While waiting for him to wake up, she closely explored his dozens of tattoos for the first time. They mostly ran together, thus making them hard to distinguish from each other without looking long and closely. She gradually noticed that his tattoos were very diverse. They included symbols from his Los Angeles gang in particular and the motorcycle lifestyle in general, as well as depictions of the topography of Southern California, Mexico, and Montana. She also noticed a nude woman and a. Lucifer was right, I hadn't been paying enough attention. So I studied his soul. It was red, the sign of a Warlock, and his soul's connections branched out from him. All the lives that touched him or that he had touched radiated out in all directions. Most were black chains that connected Mark to his Thralls. Anyone who had been giving a command by Mark had a chain connecting Mark to their souls. Some were tiny, barely threads, fading into silver. These were people who were given simple.