The Devil's PactChapter 15: Practice free porn video

"Theodora..." the ethereal voice whispered. "Awaken..."

I realized I was dreaming as the voice blew away the fog of sleep from my mind.

In my dream I was with my family, having dinner. Sean, my husband, was sitting opposite me at the dining room table. Between us sat Shannon on my right, or oldest daughter, happily chatting to Mary who sat on my left. And past Mary sat our youngest, little Missy, who was feeding her baby doll with a little bottle. Behind me, I could feel the malevolent gaze of the Kurt, the damned Warlock who stole me away from my family.

The dream would play out the same as it always did. In a moment, Kurt would walk in and I would ... do things to him as my family happily ate their dinner. And then I would wake up, sweating and shivering, and I would cry myself back to sleep, heartsick for my husband, for my daughters. Kurt had stolen my family away from me. When Sister Louise freed me, Kurt had already made me tell my husband all the filthy things I did to Kurt, how much I enjoyed his cock. He made me divorce Sean and sign away my parental rights. When I was freed by Sister Louise, it was too late for me to go back to Sean. He had been too hurt.

The damage was done.

"Theodora..." the voice whispered again.

I looked around, conscious that I was dreaming. Kurt was there, lurking behind me, a shadowy form with a mohawk and red eyes and silver glinting at his lip from his piercing. Kurt loved piercings, the asshole had made me get piercings all over my body: my lips and nose, my nipples and clitoral hood, and both of my labias. The holes had healed over the last thirteen years, but not the memories. I could still recall Kurt pulling on the rings piercing my nipples, or my labia until the pleasure turned to pain.

"Theodora..." The voice was coming from the hallway that led back to the bedrooms. Sean and I had a tiny house, only three bedrooms and one floor. Missy and Mary had to share a bedroom but Shannon got her own bedroom because she was the oldest.

I followed the voice and saw silvery light shining underneath the door to the bedroom I used to share with my husband. My heart was beating in my chest. What was going on here? My hand shook as I reached out for the door, the metal cold beneath my sweaty palm.

"Theodora..." the voice came from right behind the door, ethereal, accompanied by a musical chorus, like the ringing of wind chimes.

The door opened and standing in the room, shining brilliant silver, was a seemingly young looking man, fit and muscled like a Greek statue, dressed in a white tunic. He was handsome, almost beautiful, his face chiseled and perfect, square-jawed and my face flushed with desire. His hair was shining gold, his eyes brilliant sapphires, and his skin burnished bronze. His face was peaceful, serene even, just the hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Theodora, I am the Dominion, Ramiel, here to guide and instruct you through your dreams."

I swallowed. "Thank you, my Lord."

"I am unworthy of such honors, you may refer to me as simply Ramiel," he said humbly. "As you have suspected, Sister Louise has fallen to her Pride and been made Thrall by the Warlock."

Fear ran cold across my skin. "I will not fail," I said, not sure what else to say.

"Of course not, Theodora. However, the Demoness Lilith has been summoned and serves the Warlocks."

"Warlocks?" I interrupted. "There's more than one?"

"Yes, lovers," Ramiel simply answered. "With Lilith of the Black Womb aiding them, the traditional powers of our Priestess will soon be ineffective. Lilith will arm the Warlocks with the ability to see your golden aura and will make their Thralls immune to control and exorcism. Other methods will be necessary. More oblique methods."

It was worse than I though. "I ... I have never faced a demon before."

"It has been many centuries since Warlocks have been so armed, but fear not. Tactics were developed and I am here to teach you."

His tunic melted away, leaving him naked. His manhood was hard and erect, rising out of a forest of golden hair. "You need to ... be with me?" I asked, excited. The touch of an Angel was Ecstasy.

"Just as you were taught your current prayers," Ramiel answered. I remembered those early dreams after I took my vows, taught my prayers by the Angel Hadraniel. It had been several very pleasant nights of being the lover of an Angel. "This first prayer you shall learn is called Prayer of Avvah."

Ramiel's bronzed hand reached out and caressed my face, pleasure rippled through my body. My clothes melted away and Ramiel was kissing me, wrapping his arms about my body. I could feel his manhood pressing hard against my stomach and I moaned wantonly into his lips. Like with Gabriel and his Ecstasy, pleasure surged through my body ending at my womanhood in an explosion of pleasure.

I was lying on the bed, Ramiel was on top of me, his cock hard and pressing at the opening of my pussy. "Praise God!" Ramiel moaned as he sank slowly inside me.

I cried out in passion, his girth pleasurably spreading my pussy, the head of his dick rubbing deliciously on the sensitive walls of pussy. I racked his strong back with my fingernails as another orgasm rolled through me. Ramiel started a slow, steady rhythm atop me. I slid my hands down and gripped the hard muscles of his ass, pulling him harder into me.

"The Prayer of Avvah can only be used on a mortal, one not touched by evil," Ramial gasped as he thrust in and out of me. "It will create a powerful, obsessive attraction between two people."

"I don't ... oh fuck ... understand?" I gasped. "How could that ... uhhh ... useful?"

"There are two Warlocks. They are lovers," Ramiel explained. "A wedge must be driven between them. Separate, they will be more vulnerable. Particularly the male. His powers are too dangerous and Lilith serves his lover."

"Okay," I moaned. "Harder, please! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Ramiel fucked me harder, faster. It felt so good! Nothing was better than a man inside you, and an Angel was even better than a man. My legs wrapped about his waist, hugging him tightly to me. My third orgasm was building quickly. Every time his cock buried itself into my cunt, my clit rubbed against his groin and my orgasm grew and grew until I screamed my pleasure loudly.

"To perform the Prayer," Ramiel continued, after my orgasm ran its course, "you must sleep with the Mortal. When they orgasm, whisper Avvah into their ear followed by the name of the person you wish them to have form the obsession with. When that Mortal lies with the one you named, the Bond of Avvah shall form."

"All right," I panted, kissing his beautiful face, enjoying his muscular chest crushing my breasts, my nipples.

"Tonight, you will find a mortal to test it out with," Ramiel continued. "You will know him when you lay eyes on him and whom to make his obsession with. When you are sure you've preformed the Prayer correctly, you're true target is Samantha."

"Antsy?" I gasped, confused. "The girl I'm staying with."

"Her brother is Mark Glassner, the Warlock," Ramiel answered. "To arm himself against you, he will need to sleep with his sister. Thus, we shall turn the Warlocks plan against him."

"Yes, yes, yes, I can do that!" I panted, grinding my hips into Ramiel, desperate to reach another orgasm. Ramiel began plowing me hard, his cock felt like fire as it plunged in and out, over and over. His thrust became more frantic, my pussy was beginning to ache pleasantly from the urgency of his fucking. His cum was liquid fire inside me, igniting every nerve in my body and...

... I woke up, cumming and groaning, wrapped up in the sheets of my hotel bed. I was drenched in sweat, my silk negligee clinging wetly to my body. The air conditioner blew cold upon my body and I shivered.

"Have a good one?" Antsy asked, sleepily. "You've been moaning for the last ten minutes."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Did you have a nice wet dream?" Antsy grinned, sitting up in her bed. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt that left her slim legs bared.

"Yeah," I answered, smiling. "A really nice one."

Sunlight was just starting to streak through the bedroom window, waking me up. My fiancee, Mary, slept peacefully next to me. A streak of auburn hair lay across her pale, freckled cheek. She was so beautiful, I reached out and gently brushed the strand of hair out of her face. She smiled in her sleep and murmured sleepily. I kissed her cheek and slowly crawled out of bed to take a piss.

I slipped out of the bedroom and headed downstairs for my morning jog. None of the sluts were awake and the house was strangely quiet. On the porch the two members of the Naked Jogging Club waited, Anastasia and Madeleine. Anastasia was a blonde, Russian beauty that strangely dyed her hair a dark black while Madeleine was a brunette, Southern belle with a wickedly hot accent. I hated jogging, but I did it to get in better shape for Mary. Of course, watching two fine, naked asses bobbing before you was a hell of a motivator.

As I jogged, my thoughts drifted to Karen and the conversation Mary and I had with her last night after Thamina tended to her injuries. Karen was more than happy to tell us everything about the Nuns. They were called the Sisters of Mary Magdalene and worked for the Archangel Gabriel. They were sent after Warlocks that were causing major disruptions. Usually, a Warlock can take months or years to attract a nuns attention, but I guess I went for broke with the orgy in Bestbuy so a nun was dispatched quickly.

The good news was, there weren't a lot of nuns. Only one other in North America. Sister Theodora was her name, and she was a dirty-blonde woman that appeared eighteen year old with a heart-shaped face and blue eyes. Karen told us about the gifts nuns get from Gabriel: eternal youth, the ability to see auras, their prayers. I was surprised to learn Karen was fifty-one, she looked eighteen. She had spent four years as a Thrall to a woman named Susanne before she was freed and joined the nuns herself.

Karen explained how a nun controls a Thrall and just how limited it was. The nun could implant a trigger that would she could later exploit. But, once the nun was controlling the Thrall, she had to constantly keep reinforcing her commands so the nun couldn't let the Thralls out of her sight once she started controlling them or they'll quickly revert back to their Warlock's control.

Karen suggest hiring regular men as bodyguards and not give them any orders. A nun could only affect Thralls. So a regular person was immune to their powers. It was something to keep in mind if I couldn't find a way to seduce my mom. Of course, that was another problem. I still had no clue how I was going to do that. According to Lilith, I needed to sleep with my mom to make my Thralls immune to nun's power. I had to seduce her or rape her. How the fuck do you seduce your mother?

I shuddered, thinking about the alternative. I couldn't rape my mother. She was ... well ... my mother. Maybe if she had been an asshole like my father, but she was always the sweetest woman in the world. Even when she was angry with me I weirdly felt like she still cared about me. Not like my dad, the asshole would just get drunk and hit me. Fuck, the fact that she's put up with my dad for thirty years must make her a saint or something.

I shook my head in frustration and noticed two women waiting at the street light ahead. Two new members to the Naked Jogging Club would distract me from the problem with my mom. The women were Belinda, a hot thirty-five year old, and her even hotter, fifteen year old daughter, Cassie. Belinda and Cassie lived a few streets down from me, so I decided to have everyone jog back to Madeleine's for the post jog festivities.

On the way back, however, a news crew was parked on the side of the road, filming us. From KIRO 7 News, the Seattle affiliate for CBS. I decided to find out what was going on. I had the ladies continue on to Madeleine's and then head home when they got dressed. I guess the post job festivities would wait for tomorrow. The ladies had school and work to get to, I guess. There was always tomorrow. Luckily, the reporter was female and I bet she was attractive, TV news only hired attractive people, so I jogged across the street.

There was a greasy looking guy operating the camera and an attractive, caramel skinned reporter with honey hair. It was hard to tell what nationality she was; Hispanic, Asian, Filipino, or African American. Maybe it was all of them, blended together to make this smoking hot reporter. She wore a pink, silk blouse and a tight, gray pencil skirt that showed off the nice curves of her ass. A look of fear crossed her eyes and her cameraman stepped between us, still filming, as I approached.

"Sir," the reporter asked, swallowing her fear, "Jessica St. Pierre, Kiro 7 News, why are you and that group of ladies jogging naked?"

"We're the Naked Jogging Club," I told her. "Why don't we go in your news van and talk about it, alone."

"Sure," the reporter said in her bubbly voice.

"Eh, Jessica, are you sure about that," the cameraman asked.

"Yeah, Freddy," Jessica answered, rolling her eyes.

"Relax, Freddy, Just hang outside and never tell anyone about this," I ordered. "And delete the footage."

"Yeah," Freddy muttered, playing with his camera. "Shit."

Inside the news van was crowded with equipment. There was a video editing machine on one side and shelves holding cables, lens, batteries, and other items covered the opposite wall. A large cylinder filled part of the van, the telescoping satellite dish that would rise up for broadcasting.

"Get naked," I ordered Jessica.

"Of course," she nodded. "To better understand why you go around naked."

I laughed. "Sure, babe."

She started unbuttoning her pink, silk blouse. Underneath she wore a frilly, pink bra that covered her round tits. The bra clasped in the front and I reached out and unclasped it, spilling her dark breasts out. They were lovely, topped by brown nipples and I reached out and pinched one. She opened her mouth to protest but she caught the look in my eye and blushed. She was naturally submissive I was thrilled to learn.

Her skirt unzipped on the side and she slid it off her slim hips. Her panties were a matching pink and as frilly as her bra. She pulled those off, shaking her hips side to side as she worked the tight panties of her hips. Her cunt was waxed bare, her labia protruding thickly out of her slit. Moisture beaded on her lips and her vulva was swollen with desire.

"You are fucking hot," I told her, my cock hard with my lust.

She blushed. "Thank you."

"You're going to be my sex slave," I ordered her. "And my fiancee, Mary's slave. You will do whatever filthy, depraved things we tell you to."

She nodded.

"You'll have a very important job," I further told her. "You will need to use your contacts to alert me of any issues, like reports of naked joggers, or anything about Mark Glassner or Mary Sullivan. Or anything strange that happens in the area."

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Master," I corrected, pinching her nipple, hard.

"Yes, Master," she gasped.

"You will act like your normal self around others," I told her. "Tonight, when you get off work, pack up your clothes, jewelry, makeup. Whatever you need for your job. You have a new place to live." I gave her the house address. "Okay, slut?"

"I understand," she answered. Then hastily added, "Master."

"Do you have a husband or boyfriend?"

"No, not really, Master."

"Good, get down on all four."

Jessica hastily got down on her knees, presenting her caramel ass to me and her wet cunt peaking out between her slim thighs. I knelt behind her and squeezed her ass. I slid my cock slowly into the velvety warmth of her cunt. It felt so nice to slide inside her, to hear the wanton moan that issued from her lips.

"Oh, you're shaft feels so nice in my snatch, Master," Jessica moaned.

I stroked her ass, spreading her cheeks and finding the dark asshole. I licked my thumb and shoved it up her ass. She gasped and writhed her hips as my thumb wiggled up her tight asshole. Her cunt tightened on my cock as I invaded her ass.

"Fuck, you're pussy's nice," I panted. "But I bet you're ass would feel even tighter."

"If that would make you happy, Master," Jessica gasped. "Then stick your shaft up my bunghole."

I pulled out of her cunt and moved up, finding her wrinkled asshole with the head of my cock. I pushed with steady pressure and the head of my cock slipped past her tight ring and into her warm bowels. I slid in easy and Jessica purred in pleasure. I started a slow pace, savoring her tightness.

"Fuck, I'm not the first cock you've had up your ass, hey slut?"

"No, Master! I love it up the ass!"

"I bet you do, you filthy whore," I said.

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "I'm such a whore! I love dicks! In my mouth, my snatch, my cornhole!"

My balls were slapping on her taint as I fucked her ass harder. "Here it comes!" I panted and then creamed her ass with four mighty spurts.

"Oh yes, cum in my ass!" she gasped. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her ass convulsed on my ejaculating cock as her orgasm trembled through her body.

I pulled my cock out of her tight ass. "Do you know what good little sluts do after Master's cock has been up their ass?"

"What, Master?" she asked.

"Clean it with their dirty little mouths."

Her tongue was pleasantly rough on my cock as she licked me from root to tip. She played with my tip, digging her tongue into my urethra to get out the last bit of sperm. She was a skilled cocksucker and soon I was hard and fucking her face, shoving my cock down her throat. She cupped my balls, gently squeezing them as I neared another orgasm. When I was about to cum, I shoved my cock all the way down her tight throat and shot my cum straight into her belly.

"Put your panties on," I told her as I grabbed her bra. "Enjoy my cum up your ass all day."

"Thank you, Master," she answered, wiping her lips.

Freddy scowled at me when I walked out of the news van, Jessica's bra clutched in my hand. I jogged home. Breakfast was just getting set on the table when I walked in. The sluts and Mary were looking at bridal magazines, again, and I walked up and kissed Mary. They were all sweaty from their morning aerobics and digging into plates of blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs.

"Where's Karen?" I asked. "And Thamina?"

Fiona set a plate in front of me and kissed me on the lips as Mary answered. "Oh, she was feeling a little ill this morning. Just threw during aerobics. Thamina took her upstairs."

"Oh," I shrugged, fondling Fiona's ass. "Well, I had a pretty fun morning."

"With those ladies you go jogging with," Mary asked slyly.

"No, with a news reporter," I answered, holding up Jessica's bra, and then told her all about Jessica while I hungrily ate Desiree's delicious breakfast and Fiona started sucking hungrily at my cock beneath the table.

"Is this here?" Mary asked, holding up her phone. There was a video playing of Jessica reporting on a winter storm last year.

"Yeah," I answered and came in Fiona's sucking mouth.

"Hmm, don't swallow," Mary purred and pulled Fiona up and kissed her, sucking Fiona's cum stained tongue into her lips. Mary smacked her lips and then went back to studying her phone. "She looks pretty," Mary stated.

"Trust me, she has a smoking body," I told her.

"Well, you do have a discerning eye." Her hand reached out and stroked my dick, wet with Fiona's saliva. "Or at least, a discerning cock."

"Wanna take a shower?" I asked archly as my dick hardened in her hand.

Mary laughed richly. We never quite made it to the shower. Her ass was so inviting as she raced up the stairs in front of me that I pinned her against the hallway wall and started to wildly fuck her. She was soaking wet and my cock slid easily in her. Mary held me tight and was panting loudly as I plunged hard into her.

She was so beautiful, and her pussy felt so amazing. I could never get tired of her. Her laugh, her smile, the way she bit her lip, her freckled breasts and plump ass and her tight holes. I loved her mouth as she nibbled on my lip as we kissed and her soft fingers tracing my spine as we made fucked.

A bedroom door opened and Karen and Thamina peered out. Karen was looking a lot better after sleeping on a bed. Her scrapes on her wrist were fading, and her ass wasn't quite so welted. Her eyes were no longer red with crying and puffy with exhaustion. Thamina wore her nurse's outfit and her headscarf. Her body was clearly visible through the white, transparent material of her uniform and her dark nipples were hard.

"Feeling better?" Mary asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Karen answered. "I don't know what was wrong. But I'm feeling better."

"Well, there's breakfast downstairs," Mary said.

"Thamina, wait," I panted. I was close to cumming. Thamina waited patiently while I continue fucking Mary. "I'm close, Mare," I whispered in her ear. "You ready for my hot cum.

"Fill me up!" Mary panted, her arms hugged me tightly and she kissed me passionately. I was hammering her cunt hard and her hips matched my intensity. Are groins slapped together hard. Mary's tongue was wiggling in my mouth when I groaned came inside her. Mary came right after, her cunt spasming on my dick and her fingernails bit into the flesh of my back.

"Oh, fuck that was good!" Mary panted as we pulled apart. Sperm leaked out of her pussy as my cock pulled out and Thamina knelt down and started to lick her cunt clean like a good slut.

"Thamina, get some money and then go buy thirteen small duffel bags," I told her. "When you get back, get the other sluts together and put two million dollars in each bag."

"Yes, Master," she said and scrambled to follow my orders.

Mary looked questionably at me. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to our bedroom. "I figure two million per house on the street. That's easily double what they're worth."

"Wow," Mary said. "So much."

I shrugged. "Might as well spread the wealth around. I can always get more."

Mary giggled. I took her into the bathroom and we finally got to that shower. "What are you doing today, before the meeting?" Mary asked.

"Relax," I said with a shrug. "Lillian made a sex tape. We could watch that."

"Really, with who?" Mary asked curiously.

"This punk-rock girl with a mohawk," I answered. "Zelda, I think her name was."

After the shower we went down to the living room and got the TV sat up for streaming off Lillian's phone and then curled up on the couch to watch it. It was the first time Mary and I watched porn together. Hell, it was the first time I'd watched porn with someone else since I was in Junior High, and then we all watched silently wishing we were alone so we could jack off. Or, at least, that's what I had been wishing. With Mare I had someone who could stroke my cock for me, and do other, more exciting, things with it.

The angle didn't show much, just two forms writhing about on the bed. Luckily, their moans came through, loud and clear. Zelda, the girl with the mohawk, was a screamer when she came. After ten minutes, Mary and I were too busy to watch the tape. Mary was on top, riding me hard. Her perky breasts were bouncing above my face. I gripped her plump ass and slid my right hand down into her crack. I found her wrinkled asshole and teased it with my finger.

"Shove it in," Mary hissed, leaning over me. Her arms were braced on the couch arm, around my head, her breasts jiggling above my head.

My finger pushed against the tight ring of her asshole and then slipped in. She was warm and tight and I shoved my finger up to my second knuckle and then slowly fucked it in and out of her ass. Mary's panting became higher pitch and her dusky nipples dangled in front of my face. I latched onto her left tit, sucking greedily at her hard nub.

"Oh, you're cock feels so wonderful in my cunt!" Mary panted. "Oh, my mighty stallion! Oh, fuck, fuck, you're making me feel so fucking amazing!"

Mary's cunt pulsed on my cock as she bucked on top of me, screaming her orgasm. She kept riding me, hard and fast. Her cunt was so wonderful, sliding up and down on my cock. I switched breasts, sucking her right nipple until it was hard and shiny with spit.

"Are you gonna cum in my naughty pussy?" Mary asked. "Gonna fill it up with your creamy spunk."

"Yeah, Mare," I gasped. I looked up at her face, twisted beautifully with lust. "My cum's going to flood my naughty filly's cunt!" My balls tightened and my orgasmed built and built. I groaned loudly and shot my sperm into her hungry pussy.

"Oh that feels so good!" Mary groaned as she came a second time on my cock. "So warm inside me!"

She collapsed onto me, her sweat dampened hair brushing my face as she brought her face closer. I kissed her beautiful, red lips and enjoyed her soft breasts rubbing on my chest. Mary cuddled on top of me and her cheek pressed against mine as we went back to watching Lillian's sex tape. Lillian was on her knees and Zelda, the mohawk girl, was fucking her asshole with a strap-on. My finger was still up Mary's ass and I started slowly moving it in and out, then I slipped a second finger up her ass.

"You want to fuck my ass?" Mary asked, whispering in my ear. "Do you want to stick your hard cock up my tight, dirty backdoor?"

My cock was hardening in her soppy cunt.

"Your ass is so amazing," I told her. "I love how tight it feels on my cock."

Mary climbed off me and pulled me to my feat, then she got down on all four on the floors, shaking that plump, beautiful ass at me. Her legs were parted and her freshly fucked pussy leaked a mix of our cum, running in whitish rivulets down her thighs. "Eat my ass, hun," she cooed. "Get me all nice and ready for your big cock."

My cock wasn't that big, but it was nice hearing Mary say it was. Then again, Mary's only been with a few guys, so maybe she didn't know I was only average sized. I knelt behind my fiancee and spread her ass cheeks. Her puckered asshole was dark and I slowly bent down to lick it. I had never tongued a woman's ass before and I was a little hesitant. But, I was doing it for my sweet Mary.

Her ass had a sour taste and Mary purred as my tongue circled about her asshole. Encouraged by her moaned, I pressed my tongue hard against her tight opening and my tongue slid in, wiggling about inside her ass. I slid one of my hands down to her juicy cunt and found her hard clit and started to rub the nub.

"Ohh, yes," Mary moaned. "That's so nice. You're tongue feels amazing, Mark! Eat my dirty ass!"

My fingers were sliding inside her wet cunt, lubed by my sperm, while my thumb rubbed her clit. Her hips writhed in pleasure and my lips were glued to her asshole. My cock was so hard, I just had to stick it in. I pulled my lips from her asshole and pulled out my sticky fingers. I shoved the mix of cum and cunt juices up her ass and then rose up behind her.

"Here I come, Mare," I panted, rubbing my dick against the rosebud of her asshole and sank into her tight, silky ass. "God, you feel so good, Mare."

"Ohh, my stallion," she groaned. "Ream my ass, stud!"

On the TV, Lillian was cumming on Zelda's strap-on, moaning like the wanton slut she was. Mary moaned just as wantonly for me as I fucked her ass hard. My balls slapped against taint. Auburn hair spilled across her smooth back, dark red against pale skin. The muscles in her back rippled as she fucked me back.

Mary threw her head back and her flushed face smiled back at me. "You're so beautiful!" I gasped. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes squeezed shut as she came, her ass milking my cock greedily. "Here it cums, Mare!" I gasped and fed her hungry hole my cum.

We were both breathing heavily. I pulled her up onto the couch with me and we cuddled on the couch. Lillian's sex tape was over. "What time to you need to leave?" Mary asked.

"The meetings not until four," I told answered.

"You once promised to watch Grey's Anatomy with me," Mary pointed out, grabbing the Bluray remote. The Bluray player was one of those wireless players that you could watch Netflix on.

"Yeah, okay," I said. How bad could it be?

Pretty bad. But Mary seemed to like it and I liked holding Mary in my arms so I put up with it. During the credits of the first episode, Mary remembered something and grabbed her phone and showed me a photo. "This is Dr. WolfTail," she said. "The OB/GYN I'm seeing tomorrow."

Dr. WolfTail was a young woman Native American with beautiful, cinnamon skin and a deep black hair that was long and straight. Her eyes were wide and dark and she had a small, red mouth. A sensuous mouth that looked puckered for a kiss. The picture was from a Group Health website advertising their clinic "I think she'll do," I answered.

That reminded me and I grabbed my phone but Mary glared at me. The next episode started and I had to wait for the credits to make my phone call. When the episode was finally over, I called Kay Jewelers and added three new chokers to my order, promising to pay triple for them to get them done fast.