We were all wearing the same thing: sandals, skirt and blouse. Mum’d said not to wear panties as it looks awkward taking them off. The boys (that’... what Mum calls them even though they’re at least 25) were just in shorts. They’d brought rugs and boxes of food and drink, and a music player that was playing some African dance music. They were all grinning with their white teeth in their brown faces, and Mum was grinning too. There was a smell of dope in the air, mixed in with the wood smoke, but. Sarah Jefferson lay in bed, restless. She was in her pajamas. She was a nice looking girl. Dark eyes and hair, pale golden skin. Really beautiful. She looked good and knew it. She was an honor student at her college. Her parents made a good living. Her father owned a chain of restaurants and her mother was a lawyer. Sarah herself was a model and she had a good reputation. She had it all. Money. Fame. Looks. She could have anything she wanted except the one thing she wanted the most. It was the. 2 It was Friday and her dad still hadn’t come home from work. He was almost always home by this time, and Brandy felt a sense of unease. Her father had been acting odd lately, staring at her and wanting sex more than he had in year. He had always watched porn in the living room, but his taste had changed from Barely Legal, skinny Asian girls with white men, and blondes with huge tits to interracial scenes that all featured white teenage girls, most of them blonde and petite, with huge black. Not more than three minutes later, there was a sharp knock on the door. Bob looked like he had died at the sound. I hadn’t had time to do anything yet.“It’s the landlord,” he whispered in adjuration. “Hide!” he added. I looked around, but there was no place to hide in here. An idea struck me then, and I grinned at Bob’s distress.“A glamour will fix everything,” I told him and cast a glamour around myself. The individual that I chose to use for a model was one of the Demons who had attacked me.