" " The blue jean one." I repeated, hoping like hell I wasn't going to pass a cop on the way to her place. " Yes. I really like that one. It's soft an... worn, and feels nice." Her voice seduced me while she talked. "I mean, I won't have anything on underneath, and it feels comfortable against my skin." I shifted in my seat, feeling pressure in my pants as I imagined her in my shirt with nothing on underneath. I took a cursory glance around and groaned in frustration as someone pulled out in. He is proud of what you did."My father entered the store and saw the old man and me."Hello, Frederick," the old man said to my father."I'm sorry. You have me at a disadvantage. I don't remember meetingyou," my father replied."I am a wizard," the old man answered. "I sell these things, junk asyour son thought of it, because they have magic."We both looked at him not knowing if we should believe him or call forsomeone to help this poor wretch."Kurt, you love your father and will do anything he. ..I treasure that moment when you give in, not just letting me have my way with you.No... that would not be enough.You are like the rest, maybe a little stronger, a little more stoic in your resistance, but it's seeping in, striking down the last barriers as sex batters down the rational part of your brain.Your hands grip the seat of the toilet, fingers curled around the sides as you push your bottom back down...You are fucking me back now... ever so slightly... not even able to admit what you. . are? They don't feel like anything we've ever felt before." Are those demons?" Chief Drake asked, voicing the question that was on everyone's mind, while fighting to prevent his mental retching from turning into physical retching. The wrongness that radiated from these men ... things ... mentally felt like a dead body smelled, after a week in the sun."No, Chief," Caleb replied, after a moment's hesitation, but on an open frequency so the men could hear, too. "The Demon is worse. Much worse!.