"We need to talk about our lives and where we're going." She confided as she put her hand on my arm and began rubbing against me."Sure honey!" I said ...rying to sound empathetic. "Did I do something or what's wrong?" I was trying to draw her out as I wondered if she really didn't want to tell me about her activities."Not tonight! It's late and I don't feel well. Maybe this weekend?" Aw come on honey!" I said as I pulled her close to me. "Now you've got me worried!" I'm sorry!" She said. "It's. The opportunity you have offered him is going to be a huge boost to his self-confidence. I'd be very grateful if you would come and meet Mrs Yates, the Principal, and tell her what will be happening."Will Barnes smiled warmly at her. "I'd be delighted," he said. "I've heard of you and your Damsels and what you've been doing here. Young Garry is obviously a project very close to your heart."Becca nodded but said nothing just smiled. Steven's pride would not let her get away with just that."She. She was an attractive demon. Though Asmodeus preferred them curvier, her trim build and modest B cup breasts were irrefutably attractive, and Asmodeus gladly looked her over. Discreetly of course. Asmodeus looked up expectantly, as the appraiser approached casually. She looked him up and down inscrutably, before lifting her arm towards him. A light shone from her hand, and the appraiser dropped her clipboard. Her emotionless look changed to a look of disappointment, and then quickly to a look. He had dove into a deep, much needed slumber, and it was around ten when his phone started buzzing on his nightstand. Disgruntled and barely aware, Reed unhappily rolled over to curse the person texting him. He picked up the phone and frowned when the number wasn’t recognized as one he’d already saved in him contacts. Rubbing his eyes, he opened the message. ‘Hey Stacy, it’s Dylan. Text me back!’ Reed grunted and sunk back into bed with his phone in his hands. It was obviously a wrong number..