The thought of her being taken by her older boss made his cock twitch.He’d caught a glimpse of her kneeling in one of the pews earlier as he’d ent...red the confessional box. There had only five parishioners waiting and only one was under forty. This must be the girl with the wavy brunette hair.As he listened to her recounting her tale, the visuals played in his mind. He could see it all. Her boss, older, successful, married with kids, not passing up an opportunity to flirt with his young. The afternoon sky was as dark blue as I have ever seen it.And far below me, the crystal clear water filling the canyonreflected the color of the sky, barely revealing the shadowydepths beneath the surface. Hot bone-dry air wafted lazilyover my sweaty skin, fluttering through my long blond hair.This place is an improbable witch's brew of landscaping: onepart stark moonscape, one part tropical beach, and one partSahara Desert. It was originally Glen Canyon, until thegovernment built a towering. "Nonsense, I'm very particular who I let into my condo and part of the extra is for your discretion," I told her. "Now if you want to continue to be my Girl Friday, I suggest you put that money away pronto and call me Mike." Ok Mike, and thanks, it's going for a good cause," she said, rolling it up and putting it into her jean's pocket. "So, is there anything else I can help you with? Maybe some cleaning, laundry, cooking, deliveries?" I'm thinking of letting you clean and do my laundry. Prince is Prince for a reason, and I’m reminded daily. Not that she reminds me, just that ... yeah, the stuff we d-d-deal with is terrifying.”Lil nodded, and Bob did too. “What brings you to Vander Street?”“Looking int-to something. I assume you know about the d-disappearances?”They nodded. Course they did, they hung out beneath Devil’s Corner. She didn’t follow it by asking though; they wouldn’t be able to answer her. Invictus, not Ordo Dracul, they weren’t supposed to share information.But.