Different. Not trouble."The waitress asked about coffee. I looked at Lita. "Do you?"Her head bobbed. She held up two fingers. "Dos, por favor." Smiled...."I will take care of YOU, too, Dave," she smiled. "You are taking care of me."That made me smile."How long until we get home?" she asked.I noted the 'we' and 'home'. "A little less than six hours," I said. "No, make that seven. We'll stop someplace for lunch." Not McDonald's," she grinned. "I have had McDonald's now."I laughed. "I generally feel. "This is a question I may not be able to help you answer, sweetie, but I'll try. Can you tell me what it was about Brad that attracted you to him in the first place? Was it more emotional or physical?"Megan frowned hard as she tried to concentrate. "It was more ... emotional," she answered softly as she looked up at Brad. "You made me feel safe. You were always looking out for me. I knew you'd never let anything happen to me." She looked back at her father. "Kind of like how you always made me. Are you volunteering for it? We were talking about who was going to buy the furniture. She said "Yes", and more than once too."I smiled at Randy. "You're taking that all out of context Randy. You know what that was for. You were distracting me and I was saying yes for something completely different." I felt a blush heating my face, remembering his hands under my dress, playing with my slick pussy."Never the less, you said yes when I asked you and I'm holding you to it." He said. "Now, are you. Ann felt too closely identified with the girl writhing in desire before her and knew there was a danger point from which there was no turning back. She took another sip of champagne and another pull at the hashish. The warm, relaxing smoke curled deliciously down into her lungs relaxing and easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through her own body. She snuggled back again against Carlos, foggily determined, somehow, to keep her guard up.The girl on the bed had become possessed. Her.