It’s funny, and very sick of me, how I love to kiss a girl when I hurt her. Some day maybe I’ll figure out why. My aristocratic young beauty was...now hanging from the rectangular freight lift like a piece of meat. I lowered her down. Her feet took to the floor, and she stood for just a moment before her knees crumpled, and she was lowered to the floor in a heap. When the iron frame was a meter off the floor, I grabbed one of those slim, trim ankles and raised it to an opposite corner, and. Well, I knew that she was connected by . . . lines, if you will,of psychic-ectoplasmic energy, with every coven on the island." "Yes?" "Well, the Hounds feed not just on the bodies, but on the psychic energyof their victims—their fear and arousal, in particular. The trick herewas to enable the Hound that bagged the PM to seize hold of those lines asit fed. Then the beast could be used as a kind of projector—a projectorthat could only be effective if all the power of every white magician in. When she got to the end of the bed she sat there jerked her head up, I assumed it was the sign for me to take my shirt off.When I did she took one of my nipples in each hand and pinched them gently, then kissed in between my pecs, then lower, to the bottom of my ribs. Then on each of my abs until she was at my stomach. She let her tongue trail down and without stopping she pulled my shorts to my knees. I was literally bouncing with crazed lust and fighting to stop from just throwing her down. But ... something happened when the process began. Something that I hadn't planned for, and Little One didn't have enough knowledge of our species to anticipate..." What my loving husband is trying to do with his stumbling narrative," she said, squeezing his hand and smiling at him, "is to protect my ... image. What Little One did enhanced everything about Arlene and me – including our, uh, sexual desires, I guess you could say. Arlene and I had little resistance, and we didn't realize it..." A.