He’s not my boyfriend. Just a really good friend of mine.’ Carol snorted in response but continued to smile as she worked. ‘Oh. I thought you ...were dating someone.’ She paused and tilted her head in thought as she looked into the mirror. ‘Wait. What about that boy you used to always talk about? You know, um, uh, shoot, Tom? Terry? Taylor?’ Rachel squinted her eyes in confusion before cutting off Carol’s guesses. ‘Tyler?’ Carol beamed and shook the spray canin her hand triumphantly. ‘Yes!. I might have stayed with them, but they weren’t interested in having that much of a daughter, so I left.” “Can you tell me what made you run away from your mother?” I asked. “My mother was an addict. If she was at breakfast at all, she had a beer in her hand. She supported us by getting welfare and working a little. She mopped floors in a school, stocked shelves in a grocery, and was a maid in a motel until they found out she was fucking guests. “Mom loved to fuck. I inherited that from her.. " Lucy let go of her panties and grabbed Father Anthony's hand. She guided his hesitant fingers to the demonic symbol. "Lucy no, I cant..." They both gasped deeply when Anthony's fingertips met Lucy's marked skin. Lucy held his hand in place and felt her juices slowly begin to lubricate her pink lips below. Anthony felt his cock harden and quickly pulled his hand away. He stood up and stumbled backwards knocking his chair over. "You felt that too father?" Lucy moaned. "What was that? I felt a…. His hearty sucks pulled her entire areola into his mouth. Nancy sighed with contentment and parted her legs receptively. Suddenly the Count abandoned her breast as if it were dry and attacked the other. Then just as quickly, he was away from her tits and she was alone in the darkness. Where is he? Bathed once more in an abrupt flash of lightning, the eerie stranger appeared naked at the foot of her bed, his body as pale as his face. An earsplitting boom of thunder shook the room. The next flash.