The remaining devils fled, their leader captured, their lines broken, defenses compromised, they had no plan and so they fled, rather than be banished...from the plane. Thurlith rose, unhurt and glanced around. The devil lord was trapped in Caracin’s net and her eyes never left the pinned, writhing creature. ‘Kvas, Mu’tasin, and you, Jorra, was it?’ The succubus nodded. ‘Go through everything here, get it organized. Especially anything on this list.’ Thurlith passed the list to Mu’tasin, who. He hardly bothered her as much as the other two anyway. She plugged in her IPod earphones and hummed along to herself as she walked to the student union to get the bus back to halls. Although it was further down than the normal bus stop, the student one cost seventy five pence and she was saving money for all the novels of the author she had just discovered, J R Ward. Thinking of her books brought a new smile to her face. She could not wait to get home and finish one of the novels that she had. She remained hunched over with the dry heaves long after everything in her stomach had been lost. Her tears mingled with the sour taste of vomit in her mouth and her sinuses. She curled into a fetal position, hugging her knees to her chest, as she screamed into the slowly approaching dawn. He had found her again. This time after only a few weeks, he had found her. Her bitter tears continued until, with the rising of the sun, she fell asleep in the protective pool of sunshine making its way. Also, the sheer excitement of being seduced by a politician was getting her pussy wet."Alright, sir, I'll do it, on the understanding that I am not your girlfriend yet. I can't be your girlfriend until I know that you are no longer determined to swing. I'll share a best friend with benefits, but not a boyfriend. A long-term relationship has to be exclusive with me," she answered him quickly, but nervously.What was she doing, she wondered for a second. Here was the Governor, and she was setting.