“Do you want me to do the dishes?” asks Lee.
“That’s Houston’s job. You just relax.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“My job, huh? Am I on the clock?”
“Do I charge you rent?”
“I’ll clear the table.”
Lee and I go into the living room. He sits on the sofa and picks up a copy of Demonology Today from the pile of books we had moved from the table. “Don’t you guys have like three thousand years of research on demons? What do they possibly fill a monthly magazine with?”
“Mostly ads. The Dear Gladys column is pretty funny, though.”
Lee opens up the issue and flips through the pages. “’Dear Gladys. My succubus girlfriend’...did I just read that right?” I just hold up my hands. He continues reading the column to himself. His lips are moving, but he’s not vocalizing the words. He stops mid-paragraph. “Thin
