To Summon a Demon

Spending the whole night together with Pauline is exactly what I did.

But if I want to be technical about it, it is more like spending the whole night inside of her. She is more or less a mean for me to get rid of my unending erection despite realizing that there is probably more to her story than meet the eyes.

It is fairly obvious from all the photos hanging around the house. Also, the unoccupied bedroom down the hallway is filled with belongings of a child.

A deceased child, most likely. Her child.

While I am somewhat curious just because, I am not curious enough to ponder about it for more than a few short moments. The private life that Pauline has lived is no concern of mine.

I probably wouldn't see Pauline again any time soon after today.