”Conversation, or, being honest, interrogation, paused as Brightman brought tea.“The maid will show you to your room when you are ready, Sir Jacob...” Brightman told him.“And you are a widower, Jacob?” Aunt Edith went on relentlessly.“Yes, and I have four children. The girl who was to become my second wife was killed in a road accident,” Jacob told her whilst he could still make sure that the information came out as he wanted.“Oh dear!” said Aunt Edith. “That is most unfortunate, losing two seems. She stood in front of the three mirrors, stuck several poses and said, "I don't think I'd feel comfortable wearing this." Brooke, you look absolutely fabulous," he said. "But, you can see your panty-line, that's sure a distraction." I know, but with pantihose it would smooth it out." I hate pantihose," Scott reminded her. "Go slip your panties off. Please, for me," he said.When she came out of the dressing room, she looked beautiful as she walked toward him smiling. "How's this?" she asked as. She was only wearing bloomers and a camisole. Waite looked down and observed how inefficient they were in hiding her womanly charms. She blushed and her nipples hardened when she noticed his look. She didn't cover herself, however.He told her that they were going out to eat, and for her to get her sister/wife and husband ready. She excitedly relayed the message and thanked Waite for the invitation. She moved too quickly and her left breast slipped out from her camisole without her knowledge.. The demon gathered his will and directed his mind to breaking free from the ley node that held him fast. Slowly at first he started to strain against his bonds as he felt the energy flowing into him from all the nodes where Neolithic people prayed to the gods of the seasons, the sun and the moon. All were mistaken in their beliefs, all they were doing was helping a demon try to free himself from the ley node’s seemingly unbreakable grip. As his might grew, so did his struggle. Baphomet strained.