If I had been capable of speech, I would have thanked him a thousandtimes.I kissed him instead.Once we both got our breath back, he asked me, "Do you ...want me to staydown here with you? Or would you rather be alone?"As much as I love him, I hate having him deal with me in this state. SoI guided him back to the stairs and motioned that he should go.I kept myself together until he was gone, and then I let go.The next couple of days are a bit of a blur, because my thinking was notquite human. I was. For Tammy and Sherrie, I was an interlude without a future. They used me to shake the cobwebs off of their sexuality, and it freed them to go in search of the real thing. Maggie, who was really a pet project for Rebecca, was a one-time event, that was fun but pointless, and there was no reason to seek a round two.Then there is/was Winnie. She's twenty-nine years old, single, lonely, and unfulfilled sexually. There is no reason for her to give me a second glance, and no way to engineer a meeting. Trust me, all of our customers always do. I aim to please after all. Now, there is a general rule I enforce among my staff here: A Monster Girl is a Girl with no male counterpart that carries demonic energy through her." However, not every Monster Girl is a Monster." Confusing I bet huh? Let me explain." Werewolves, Vampires, and Succubi? Most likely to bite you, feed on your blood, and for the females most likely to convert you. BUT, not every creature in that category is all bad, some monster. Have the team breach with flashbangs. Disarm and contain the occupants. As before, La Contessa can speak with them when it’s all over.”“There’s all the innocents out of our way.” Helena agreed. “Anyone else out in the open is a target. Except one: Where’s Schell?”Ramirez pointed to the big house again. The largest of several houses from the days when they could be ordered from a catalog, delivered in pieces, and assembled by the end user with step-by-step instructions.“This one. It draws a.