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    I huffed, laughing to myself.  My kind of book.  I turned it over.  The cover art showed a shirtless man with long dark hair and abstract tribal tattoos on his torso.  His blue eyes smoldered with lust.  Helpless in his arms, a swooning redhead in a ripped bodice waited to be ravished. The title of the book was The Double Penetrator .
    Lillian smiled brightly.  “My new book.  It’s 500,079 th in Amazon’s paranormal romance listings.”
    I forced a tone of sincerity.  “Your folks must be so proud.”
    “Mom is.  Dad would be happy for me, but he was hit by a bus one night coming home from a whore house.  Really, it’s what inspired me to write.”
    “I bet you’re good at it, but if you draw from real life, I hope you change the names to protect the guilty.”
    She leered at me, kicked off her shoes, and began to peel herself out of her dress.  “Move it, boy.”
    I dropped the book and shed my clothes, more than willing to help her with her research.  I expected that the next book would feature a demon lord with a dragon sized cock.
    Lillian’s lowered glance absorbed my raging hard-on.  Her lips pursed.  Her eyes gleamed with avarice.  She reached out and reverently stroked my length.  “This should be licensed as a deadly weapon.”
    I was used to fucking supernaturals.  They weren’t as breakable as ordinary humans, still, I hadn’t yet lost a sexual partner in the throes of passion.  “Don’t worry, I can be gentle.”
    Hand on my cock, she guided me to the bed.  “Not too gentle, I hope.”
    I picked her up, swiveled, and dropped her onto the bed, watching her bounce.  She gave out a little girly scream.  I was about to pounce when the room brightened with the appearance of multicolored balls of light.  I would have called them Will-o’-the-Wisps but they were tangerine sized with no smell or feel of magic.  As if sex were off-limits, they formed a whirling cage around me, streaks of cyan, amber, amethyst, and rust. 
    My rampant cock complained.  Oh, come on!  Just give me the green light already.
    “Damn, not again.”  Lillian pushed up on the bed and walked on hands and knees to its edge.  She slid her feet to the floor and stood.  Ignoring the whirling cage of lights—and me, too—she walked to the armoire and opened it.  The inner door had a row of pegs.  One peg supported many strands of necklaces: one of beads, others silver, others gold, even a Native American looking fetish with bear teeth.  A second peg held up a silk robe of eye-searing fuchsia and midnight green fabric.  She slid into the ugly robe, belted it, and walked around the ghostly disturbance to the hallway door.
    “Uh, where are you going?” I asked.
    She turned to look at me.  “It’s no good.  The Sex Police are here.  Those damn lights won’t let anyone have a good time.  Once I get far enough away, the lights will lose interest and leave.”
    Drawing a surge of raw magic across my dyed skin, I warmed my Dragon Fire tattoo.  A cutting, wrenching pain came, as if someone had drilled a well through my upper torso, pushing my tattered heart through my spine.  The phantom sensation ghosted away.  I held out my hands and watched them burst into flame—very hot dragon flame. 
    Lillian stared.  “My heavens!”
    “Don’t go anywhere.  This shouldn’t take long.”  I smiled, my version of a battle mask.  I lunged into the swarm, fanning the air with my hands.  The flames rippled and swooshed .  And did nothing to the lights, but that confirmed their nature.  The lights flew through the fire as if it weren’t there.  My hands went through the lights, touching nothing.  Feeling nothing. My little visitors weren’t magical or electromagnetic.  I closed down the tat.  The dragon fire thinned to nothing. 
    “Spirits, and not the kind you can drink.”  I felt thirsty, in danger of becoming sober.  I need to deal with this situation quickly . 
    Lillian clutched