He padded into the room where Grace slept. She was asleep, as were the old hag and fat broad. They wouldn't wake up. One of the night meds, he'd disco...ered through trial and error, was a sleeping pill. That was one of the meds he'd faked taking earlier that evening.He pulled the blanket and sheet down off the sleeping woman. She didn't move. She also wore a long nightgown. That had to go. She had to be naked. He wanted her naked on her back with her legs spread. He wanted to see her tits, suck. But why can’t I sense anyone around me?” Dave wondered. “Normally, my passive defenses allow me to basically see in all directions.”“See those things up there?” Ben replied, pointing to four tiny satellite dishes in each corner of the ceiling.“Yeah?”“Those devices operate on the same principles as the handcuffs we use when we have to arrest sorcerers,” Ben explained. “They emit an inaudible resonance that does just enough to disconnect a sorcerer’s mind from their Channel, rendering one. “Two nights later our folks were gone for the weekend. He climbed into my bed in the middle of the night. I’m a light sleeper and the light was on in the hallway, so I knew it was him and not some boogeyman. I pretended I was asleep too! He climbed onto my chest. Thank God I was wearing pajamas. I peeked and saw he was naked, his cock was hard and aiming right at my mouth. He started to rub it across my lips. It was slippery. Now I know that he was leaking pre-cum. He was slowly trying to push. But I definitely talked with the inspector and the sheriff’s investigator. They indicated that they would be on the lookout to see if Brian had moved back into the area. They were sure that they knew the types of things Brian had done, while his sister lived with him, but they never had enough proof to get a search warrant. The sheriff’s deputy looked carefully for vehicle and/or human tracks leading to the house. There were tracks found but they led to the road. Someone must have spent time.