We’re talking quite a bit and share a lot. But of course, never trust a demon. Anyway, this town shouldn’t be much of a problem. It’s a bumfuck ...ittle hill billy lookin’ town. A town of like maybe one thousand including everyone children and elders.~Luke Cohen,*3 hours after entering the town*Luke’s eyes slowly peered open. He let out a groan feeling quite a bit of pain on the top of his head. He was on a small little cot with a metal toilet at the back and a small barred window. He looked left. She knew that she was in for a storm in the small community where she lived; getting knocked up once without a husband was noteworthy—getting knocked up twice without a husband was probably going to be a real challenge for her.As Jackie finished eating breakfast the next morning, she wondered why she hadn't taken better precautions against letting her last boyfriend knock her up again with a baby inside her belly? She had been sexually active since she was thirteen, but she'd never gotten. .. Whore of Lebanon!”He then passed out, once again leaving Jilnar alone to explore this strange but sexy world...She continued her kinky odyssey for several minutes until she felt something large and wet glide across her beautiful face. After she walked a few more steps she felt it again, this time under her dress and over her ass. After a few more steps she felt it again right down her cleavage. But there was nothing there....“What's happening to me?” she asked the world.“Whore of Lebanon!”. She wore a mid knee length Skirt and a bright red cardigan, I remembered thinking she looked so typical a young mum, dressing now for convenience rather than pleasure.She led me through to the living room, and informed me that Paul would not be long. Then unusually she sat beside me and began making small talk about our respective families. Even more unusually she did not move when Paul her husband joined us in the living room. Suddenly Calen pulled Antoinette's cardigan away from her body and.