"Would you like to join me in my suite upstairs? The coffee is much better up there." I hesitated at first. Then I let go of my insecurities and went ...with my gut."I would love to!" I said after a brief moment. He smiled and took my hand and led me away from that table.I walked into the room, behind him. It was beautiful. Such decor. He led me to a small table and we had a small pot of tea. We talked. Small talk. Then, an intricate conversation about life. He brought out a bottle of wine and we. These specific guys wouldn't be returning anytime soon for a repeat visit. The more powerful an entity is, the more it damages their internal essence to be 'killed' on this plane, and forced to Depart for home with their tail between their legs ... figuratively and literally. There are lots of other nasty fish in the sea, but these three good sized fish won't be paying anyone, anywhere a visit for at least five to ten years, at minimum, plus they would be too stupid to remember me and hold any. ”“I think you should check it out. See what the girls your age are all about in this town?” I was trying to spark some interest.“Yeah, okay. Whatever.” He put his napkin on the table and stood to go upstairs to his room.I turned to Bill, “Maybe we should hire him an attendant for his stay here? Keep him calm?”“An attendant?”“Billy, damn! An attendant will dress him, bathe him, tend to his needs.”“Let him piss in her mouth?”I laughed, “Yes, she would do that too if we asked. Shave his. Until then though I was at home. My stepsister Sheila was still sharing our bedroom. We had only two bedrooms in the bungalow. She was twenty three years old. She'd left her husband Jason because of his gambling. Her baby was due in October. This was the middle of August. I turned eighteen early in the year, before I graduated high school. My stepmother, Cindy, was my secret lover. So was Sheila now, since she moved back home. But, Sheila let me know last week that she knew about me and Cindy..