The demonhad whipped some lesser foul things into a frenzy and they had tried her,but with claw and tooth she showed them no mercy.She feared this was...just to wear her down, but such impudence couldn't beallowed. The last moves were being made and she sat in the windowgathering the meager warmth of the winter's sun to strengthen her for whatmay come.It was time for The One to return and for hours she had been scenting theevil that lay just outside the threshold of her domain. Listening,. .. well... understanding."I gave a small snort of disbelief. "I haven't understood anything. It's not every day that I get offered the services of not jut one but three attractive and sexy women. I'm just going with the flow." She gave a twitch of a grin. "So you owe me nothing. On the other hand, if you'd like to tell me more about Mary Jamieson, I'm all ears. I confess I find her a fascinating woman."She flushed. "Please, Paul. That just makes it worse."I took her hands in mine. "I'm sorry.. Inside were a lot of ziplock bags holding dildos, lube, paddles and right on top, a pair of handcuffs. I had a wicked idea."You have to pay for what you've done," I said, and picked up the handcuffs. "Shaming our good name. Put out your wrist."Marta looked at me, head tilted. I knew I still had a sexual charge through my body, and it seemed from the look she was giving me, eyes up from under and lips in full pout, that she had one too. She extended her arm and put her hand flat on my chest. I. We both towered above him in our heels as he sat back on the edge of a table drinking his Guinness and laughing with my friend. “Fucking wanker!” I suddenly blurted out, “You’re all fucking wankers!” It took him a few seconds to realise that one of the finalists had Tourettes Syndrome and I couldn’t stop repeating the lads’ catchphrase which was, “Fucking wankers!” When I’ve had a drink I love swearing; I find it very liberating and the effect it has on people always tickles me. .