Penny and Jack

by James K Mills © 2001

"A demon?" Penny asked, struggling to sit as far forward in her seat as her bonds allowed. "A real, live demon?"

"Yes," Jack said with a smile, appreciating the revealing halter-top she wore. "We really do exist."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, wiggling her torso with a teasing smile.

Jack grinned. "Vile things."

Penny's eyes bulged as he changed. Long, razor-sharp nails drew blood down her left arm. "Oh my GOD!" Penny screamed.

"Why'd you have to say that?" Jack said as he vanished in a puff of smoke.

Penny looked around, her arm whole, bonds gone. "What a waste!"

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