Sorry I was daydreaming." I said would you like a tea or coffee?" She sighed at the vague expression on my face, as I tried to banish the lingering da...dream. "Perhaps a bucket of cold water, with a few ice cubes thrown in for good measure would be more appropriate!" I'm sorry. You sit down babe and I'll make it."Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, I thought back once more to the incident at my mother's house. Surely her act had been unconscious, although I could not recall her doing anything. ‘That’s because I have seen what Richard can do, especially when he’s mad.’ she started and felt the tears gathering in her eyes as she recalled a memory from long ago. ‘When my father died and my mother took up with Gerald, he moved in and brought along two sons, one of which is Richard.’ ‘He’s Gerald’s son!’ Adam said, flabbergasted by this revelation. ‘Yes, but he’s nothing like his father, other than the temper of course. But he only gets mad like that if someone is hurting, not like Gerald. I became painfully aware of my girl lust while in college, and that was due mainly to my roommate, Ingrid. I had flirted with and daydreamed about girls in high school, but none of that compared with the all-out lust I felt for Ingrid. It started the minute she walked into our dorm -- tall and blonde, with long athletic legs and a devious little smile. My heart fluttered as I stood to greet her, wondering why my clit was suddenly throbbing. I lay back on my bed, making small talk while she. Luciel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored doors of the elevators. Tossing back the sleek fall of jet-black hair she’d inherited from her Asian father, she palmed her laser-gun. It was utterly useless against demons and devils. They absorbed the energy put out by the weapon as though it were candy. Her black uniform hugged her like a second skin, yet was comfortable to fight in. She sighed as she gazed into her own eyes. She’d had them permanently enhanced to the same icy-blue shade her.