He screamed some unintelligible noise at me. Or maybe it was my little coven: pretty red-haired Aisling, recently deflowered by Harry, the younger brother of my weed dealer, and Joy, recently Pastor Bob’s wife, but I was pretty sure she had made the decision to divorce him the moment he appeared as an actual demon.
It was sort of sad because Pastor Bob was an excellent lover, at least in human form. Both Joy and I knew that because she had been f****d by him too many times to remember, and I had joined him and her in bed for a rather fun three-way romp. The fact that he mind-controlled the two of us, to varying degrees of success, was an argument against staying married to him. He had been f*****g her, using her body, while they were married, and making her forget. Why exactly? I didn’t k
