Incall With a Succubus
Jack Newman checked the house number against the address on the card. It was the third time he'd done it since climbing the small flight of steps that led up to the front door. He knew it was nerves. He'd never done this before; had never even considered it. He reached up to push the doorbell and his finger stopped just before pressing the button. He checked the address on the card again. Just to make sure. He looked up and down the street. There was no one around. Bridgwater was a quiet...