Amy took a shaky breath and bit her bottom lip. "What's happened to us? We said nothing was going to happen, that if anything, it will be better. And ...look at us now. We can't even sit together like we used to. For the past week, we barely spoke two words to each other and I barely even saw you. This is what I was afraid would happen. We're drifting apart and I hate this!" Cried Amy, pearly tears flowing down her cheeks.Nick could never stand seeing someone cry, especially her best friend.. "I am not drinking, ever again."Scott held his fingers up as he approached the bar. "Two root beers, please." Coming right up," the bartender replied."Root beer?" Janie asked."Perfect cure for a hangover," Scott said. "A good root beer solves most of life's problems."The bartender stuck a mug under a tap that dispensed the foamy goodness. He topped the mug off, set it on the bar top and filled the next mug. He handed it to Scott in exchange for a couple of dollars.Scott took long, deep drink.. But the very next moment I felt someone grabbing my hair and pulling my head back violently as if trying to hit me. My eyes closed in reflex. The next thing I remember was I felt something near my face.I opened my eyes. To my surprise, she pushed her pussy against me and was continuously pushing my face against it. I was skeptical about it but I was in no mood to miss this opportunity. “Eat me now, you scoundrel. I know what you’ve been looking for,” she said.But my readers know that I don’t. You can even ask them for specific mortal guises if necessary. There’s no shame in this, especially on your first mission. If you’ve gotten them to this point, it’s just a matter of making them go all the way, right? Whatever it takes, let’s claim some souls for Hell!” I encouraged my team, glad to see everyone on the same basic page of seducing and damning celebrity souls to add to my infernal domain.“Any particular reinforcements in mind?” Lilith teased me a little.“Oh, I can think of a few,.