Her ex-husband barked a laugh into the phone. "Christ, Rachel, you don't do things by halves, do you? What the hell has gotten into you?"

“No one you know," she grinned, and he laughed again.

“What do you say? See you Friday evening?"

"Sure," he said. "Why not? I've got to see the looks on their faces when you spring this on them. That alone would be worth the trip.”

“Oh, I'll make it worth it in other ways," she promised, shifting in her seat. Already she could imagine the feel of his strong hands on her skin, how he filled her up when she took him from above.

"ALL right, sweetheart," he said. "I've got a few things to take care of. You can tell the kids I'll be there Friday afternoon. I'll be in touch if there's any change. Love you."

“Love you, too," she said, her voice breaking at the end. She hit the disconnect button and swiped happy, horny tears away from her cheeks. sem mK

She arrived home twenty minutes Later. Dropping her keys on the table, she went upstairs to her bedroom to change. Stripping off her clothes, she found herself admiring her rear in the mirror. Her hands grazed over her skin, and she sighed as she fingertips skimmed over the tiny, baby-fine hairs on her ass-cheeks. The muscles of her buttocks were slightly sore from the pounding Jeremy had given her, and her skin bore a slight flush from the top of her thighs to the base of her spine.

She went back downstairs and discovered the kids on the back deck, sipping beer and grilling steaks.

“Mmmm," she sighed, inhaling the fragrant aroma. "That smells great.

What do we have to go along with it, Sarah?"

“An awesome brussel sprout dish," her daughter replied cheerfully.

“Baked with onions, hot peppers, and bacon. And twice-baked potatoes.

And garlic bread."

“Sounds fantastic. I've got some good news," she said, gathering Sarah into a sideways hug. Her body was warm and firm against her own. Alex looked on bemusedly. Behind them, fat dripped onto the coals, sending up gouts of flame and steam. She turned her head and whispered into her daughter's ear, her words hot with promise.

“Daddy's coming home."

Our story thus far...

Torn out of her body by a foolish mortal, Althea, daughter of Lilith, first among the succubi, has been forced to seek shelter in the mind of

Rachel Wainwright. Rachel is a successful attorney, but is also a woman with her own troubles. To regain the power necessary to move back into her own body, Althea undertakes a seduction from within, gently guiding

Rachel towards a more sexual lifestyle, and reminding her of the power and the glory to be found in her own forgotten sensuality. Rachel finds herself responding to Althea's subtle hints, still unaware of the immortal being who is now sharing her body