Somewhere between breaking down in tears and exploding with rage. She was standing with a guard, the principal and the warden. What an audience. I fel... a knot form deep in my abdomen. Please, don’t let her get canned over this, I almost prayed. I tried reading their lips. It looked like the warden told her to go home for the day. Not fired? I sure hoped I was right. When she turned to leave, for some reason I stayed where I was, looking at her through the glass. She walked past, and I thought. .She told me that she had been with two of his friends from out of town, old Uni buddies and that this was the first time she/they were considering trying to find a guy locally.At this point my head is spinning. She was super nice and had a great sense of humor from the messages back and forth. We then decided we needed to talk/see each other...that would basically be the deal breaker, as it always is. So we agreed to Skype...I said if either didn't like what we seen we could hang up and no. It read, Claire coming after kids 2 school. It was from Tom's phone.What Mike perhaps should have done was to sit down with a leisurely glass of wine, and think things through. What he did was to slug back two more glasses of the stuff and stagger off to bed.Some people wake and immediately feel a deep sense of dread at the coming day. That was something foreign to Mike; he always woke up ready to enjoy whatever the day would throw at him. It came from running his own business and generally. "My name is Ekracthul, Scourge of Spirits.” The demon uttered it’s name in a prideful timbre, as if it had not had the pleasure of doing so in countless centuries.“Scourge of Spirits?” she asked, stalling for time. “How did you earn that name?"The Druthulidi chuckled, sending tremors through the chamber and bits of rubble raining from the ceiling, “You will find out soon enough, my child."“I’m not your child.”“You will be,” countered the demon.The tentacles invading her space on the altar.