And I guess I would take a rum and coke, if that’s not too much to ask.”“No problem. Go on back. I’ll bring them to you.”Josh was still rack...ing the balls when Jim showed up with their drinks. They both thanked him.Lisa took a sip. “Woah. That’s strong.” She paused before adding, “But then I don’t drink much.”“So why don’t you drink? Are you Mormon or something?”Lisa found that funny. “Oh no! My husband just frowns on me drinking.” She took another sip. “But hey! He’s not here, right?”While her. I pulled her trembling body down onto mine; she felt just right lying on top of me.I was amazed and she seemed impressed that my erection never subsided. Our second bout of lovemaking was slow and gentle, interspersed with lots of kissing and touching. I lavished much attention on her marvelously full, impossibly firm breasts. We both climaxed again then lay cuddled up for awhile before she slipped into her burka, kissed me passionately and left. I slept better that night than I had in years.I. “Mine,” she replied. “Ours, now.”“What--? How... ?” I looked about.She sat on the couch. “My old master had me gather treasures for him. Gold, jewels, even cash. All illegal, of course. He had me bury it until the cops backed off. While I told him where I buried it, I didn’t tell him that I had some friends dig it up and re-bury it. Stupid man sent me back to Hell thinking it would save his soul and he’d be rich, and he got nothing out of it.” Demie had a smug, faraway look on her face.I sat. But then Goblin’s Death sniffed some more, and a puzzled look replaced his furious snarl. After a few minutes of considering, his fur flattened and he whisked around with a flick of his bobbed tail, nose in the air as if to say, Oh, I mistook you for someone important, like my own worst enemy. Guess I was wrong.Eigis also calmed down and relaxed. Sitting up, he shook his head and stretched, wondering where that sudden hatred had come from, watching as the cat curled around Bells again, who.