It was for the best we decided. The demon would not return to them now that it had been released and exacted its small vengeance. I headed home just i...n time to catch the phone call from my boyfriend’s work, saying there’d been a freak accident. A huge pan of oil had dropped, crushing Molly’s leg, splashing oil across her. A spark of electricity had lit the oil, covering her in third degree burns. She was in the emergency room, and the place was going to be closed down pending investigation. I. He spent a few seconds admiring the raccoon's body, still erect — the sleek fur and wide-eyed stare. Then the uncia padded over to Rafe. The smell of Damien's arousal filled the room, mixing with the scent of the raccoon's cum and musk from the three remaining slaves. "Master, may I beg a last favor?" asked the otter. "You may." "Please, tie my hands." "Don't trust your self-control?" "No, Master." Damien took a length of rope and tied Rafe's hands behind his back. He walked around the otter,. Please don’t hesitate to come see me if you have individual questions.” I strolled out, leaving them to mutter and jammer.They very likely failed to notice that I left my phone in my chair, or that it was recording their conversation.“Sorry, girls. I forgot my phone.”They had been huddled together, working on a plan, no doubt, and looked up guiltily as I quickly retrieved my phone and left again.On the way to the car, I replayed their comments.“OMG, you whore. Did you actually flash your tits. HMG is not paying out good coin for some farfetched theory to be disproved. We will return to the British Museum and get straight answers to several straight questions I aim to pitch at Messrs Player, Lee-Joshin and Crudwright.”We left Boodles within minutes, hailed a hackney carriage, and returned to the museum. The three academics were still huddled about the map on the table in Player’s office.“I have questions, gentlemen,” I said. “Which one of you is going to answer them?”“You need first.