To everyone's dismay, ever-ebullient Headmaster Sims soon came over the intercom with the morning announcements. First among them was a call for greater community feeling among the student body. To achieve this, Sims planned to recruit an activities committee, and asked volunteers to sign up soon. The HALF gang groaned at the thought of mandatory "fun" planned by their insipid classmates -- until Ivan realized that *they* could pack the committee, and introduce some truly subversive entertainment to the school. He resolved to look into the possibility more thoroughly.

The kids then headed to morning classes. Ivan and Corinna had gotten into an advanced acting class -- no surprise, since "Miss Elaine" the drama teacher was their biggest fan. Indeed, she asked the two of them to assist her in helping the other students to achieve their full potential. Miss Elaine also asked her two top thespians for advice on which plays to put on that year; Ivan favored Macbeth for the obligatory Shakespeare outing, and suggested that the other be a musical. Meanwhile, Jasmine learned that Mr. Northram, the high-school teacher who'd become her private math and computer-science tutor the year before, had switched to teaching on the junior-high side of the lake; he had arranged for her to study with him once again, but now she would be part of a class of other, dumber kids.

Elsewhere, Kerry was bored out of his skull as usual in biology class. Once the students had been left to themselves to work on lab assignments, he gathered Simon and Mary, and proposed the formation of an advanced science club in which Huntington's geek set could work on projects more suitable to their ability level. They were quite agreeable.

After acting class, Ivan and Corinna were on their way out of the art building when they heard singing that sounded vaguely familiar. They peeked in on choir tryouts, and found that Melanie had learned more than magick from her membership in the Celestial Chorus. Ivan, who had briefly dated Mel at the beginning of the previous school year, felt a pang of regret at roads not taken.

On the way to his next class, Ivan encountered Charissa, the demon of repressed desire who lived on the school grounds. Several things had the temptress annoyed. First, Ivan had neglected to tell her that an Earthbound angel of the group's acquaintance was *also* on the premises in the guise of an English teacher -- something Charissa had only found out when she'd wound up a student in the other spirit's class. Second, and more importantly, Charissa believed that another demon was trying to "horn in on her action." Understandably protective of her turf -- a junior high school campus being a seething hotbed of repressed desire like no other -- Charissa wanted to let Ivan know about the interloper so that *she* would not be blamed for violating her contract with Ivan if any Infernal activity started up. Ivan agreed to look into his own demonological resources, and asked the demoness to keep him updated as the situation developed.

 At lunch, the HALFers found themselves beset by total boredom. Ivan lamented that, unlike the previous year, the sense of possibility seemed to have vanished from the Huntington campus. And indeed, all attempts to come up with mischief that would turn the school on its ear failed utterly -- an embarrassing occurrence for a group that had once styled itself the Huntington Academy Liberation Front. Ivan even speculated that the malaise afflicting them was some kind of deliberate Technocratic contamination of the local meme pool, to disempower the young "reality deviants" . . . and then he remembered Charissa's story of a competing demon. He had assumed that it would be another spirit devoted to unleashing forbidden urges -- but really, what better competition for the Demon of Repressed Desire than one with the power to suppress *every* desire under a blanket of utter sloth? Ivan explained his theory to the other mages telepathically, and requested suggestions for a counter-plan.

  At that point, a hideous screech of feedback through the mindlink stunned all the mages. Damping down the link, Ivan tried to figure out what had happened. Looking around, he noticed that the new girl, Tenna Gilman, was carrying on quite an animated conversation with the group's pet "normal" kid, Brandon Shore. The pair seemed really to be hitting it off. Forming a hypothesis, Ivan glanced over at Tenna's twin Kerry, and found the young Son of Ether staring intently at his sibling, his face utterly expressionless. His "protective brother" instincts were apparently being triggered something fierce by the conversation going on across the table, and had come across the mindlink as the incoherent shriek that had pained them all. Ivan, smirking, immediately decided that Kerry was *way* too uptight and needed help learning to give his sister some space. Hearing Tenna and Brandon agree to do homework together that evening (while Kerry continued to stare unmoving), Ivan resolved to do everything in his power to encourage whatever was brewing between the two mundanes.

  Jasmine also noticed what was going on, and began to worry. She'd gotten to know Kerry very well through their scientific collaborations, including a couple of telepathic experiments designed to clarify certain differences of mindset between the sexes. As a result, she knew things about him that no one else did -- things that complicated the present situation enormously. She tried to re-establish mental communication with Kerry in the hope of calming him down, but her telepathic voice was entirely drowned out by the storm of emotions in his mind.

  Kerry himself, meanwhile, was right in the middle of that storm. Every glance exchanged, every word spoken, every plan devised, between his sister and Brandon sent a bolt of lightning through the center of his being. See, Tenna wasn't just Kerry's sister, nor even just his twin. They were linked mind to mind and soul to soul in ways Kerry found impossible to express to others. She was his other half, his perfect match, his ideal woman -- not merely in an archetypal sense, but in a very literal and personal sense.

Kerry Gilman was head over heels in love with his own sister, and he would be damned if he would let such an unworthy creature as Brandon Shore stand between him and the object of his deepest adoration. Commanding his body into motion with the utmost difficulty, he set out for the Halfway House to marshal his resources and plot a response to the threat.

  After lunch, Ivan also retired to the Halfway House -- blowing off his afternoon schedule -- to figure out a way of dealing with the alleged "boredom demon." Though Sloth had long held a place among the Cardinal Sins, Ivan found the activities of its demonic agents woefully underreported in the literature. Apparently their deeds, however nefarious, just weren't as juicy as the exploits of demons serving Lust or Wrath. Nonetheless, Ivan persevered, and after hours of immersion in tales of infernal oppression throughout history, managed to find several instances of Hell-spawned apathy that had been notable enough to write about. The most common ways of dealing with such incursions were three: high ritual magick, the interference of opposed entities, and the creation of *extreme* excitement in the affected region. Well, Ivan was surrounded by books of high ritual magick; he already had Charissa, a competing demon, as an ally; and he figured that if *he* couldn't bring excitement to the school, no one could. Yes, the boredom demon's days were numbered. Now to work out the details.

  But first, the time was drawing near to execute another plan. Ivan rummaged through his boxes of European souvenirs until he found a centuries-old bottle of cologne he'd picked up in an Italian monastery. Standing in his fencer's training circle, he went through the proper motions -- and then pierced a hole in spacetime itself with the tip of his blade. Smirking to himself, he switched the contents of the ancient bottle with the cheap stuff that Brandon kept in his room, hoping thereby to spice up Brandon's "date" with Tenna, to Kerry's discomfiture.

  Speaking of Kerry, the Mad Biologist had been laying plans of his own. Laying and discarding plans, actually -- he had already decided (most reluctantly) that it was not yet necessary to *melt* Brandon, or inflict him with leprosy, or render him permanently impotent. Instead, keeping those ideas in reserve for *later*, he had decided to begin by merely watching. The year before, he had devised a literal fly-on-the-wall surveillance system, a species of tailored bugs that would "remember" whatever they observed and then transmit it back to Kerry via their pollination of a special type of flower he'd engineered. Of course, the drawback was that he had to wait for the bugs to return before getting any information, by which time the "date" would likely be over.

  Kerry's time-delay problem was solved when Jasmine knocked on his door. Her laptop's real-time surveillance measures were already turned upon Kerry's desired targets, and she would be happy to let him watch -- provided he let her keep an eye on him, and shared with her any cunning plans or psychotic impulses he might have, *before* executing them. Of course, Kerry pretended to have no idea what she was talking about . . . but his twitchy reaction to what was occurring on the laptop screen gave him away. Accepting that he wasn't going to be left alone, he started to watch.

  Brandon and Tenna were in the TV room, their English Lit books open before them, discussing the interpretations of various poetic passages. (Twitch, went Kerry.) They seemed to be enjoying themselves. (Twitch.) They laughed frequently. (Twitchtwitch.) And every once in awhile, they would brush up against each other's hands while pointing out something in the textbook, and blush shyly. (TWITCH.)

  Jasmine tried to reassure Kerry that he had nothing to worry about. It was *Brandon*, after all, the Living God of Morons. He'd actually spent most of a year dating Kelli Nesmith, the most airheaded creature ever manufactured. If Ten's brain were on a par with her brother's, and if she actually deserved the immense respect Kerry had for her judgment, she could not *possibly* stay interested in Brandon for long. Of course, Jasmine knew she wasn't being entirely accurate. The Brandon who was being so awkwardly cute on the screen before them was a far cry from the "idiot friend of Tyler's" with whom Jasmine had engaged in frequent insult matches in their younger days, or even from the annoying homeboy-wannabe of the previous year. 'Twas best not to tell *Kerry* that, though.

  On the screen, Ten and Brandon were packing up their books and taking their leave of each other. Kerry watched for long, agonizing seconds to see if they would do anything unthinkable, like hold hands or hug or (shudder) kiss. Fortunately for his sanity, they did none of those things. Indeed, Ten wouldn't even hear of Brandon going out of his way to walk her home. "He gets to live . . . for now," pronounced Kerry with a maniacal gleam in his eye.

  Before Kerry could sink any deeper into his disturbing protective-brother/jealous-lover psychosis, both he and Jasmine got telepathic pings from Ivan, who had figured out what sort of excitement he wanted to create that night. Ivan's cunning trap for the boredom demon would be laid in the form of a toga party. Of course, he couldn't host a wild debauch in the dorm without getting caught . . . so naturally the party would have to be held in the administration building. With Ivan providing alcohol and drugs, and Charissa providing her unique services, there should be no problem getting everyone sufficiently excited to attract the new demon's attention. In addition, the party would be the focal point of a powerful entropic ritual, which would (if successful) blanket the attendees with wild extremes of luck for weeks to come, making boredom even more difficult.

  Kerry hated parties. But he realized that both Brandon and Tenna would likely attend, and he couldn't stomach the possible consequences of their getting caught up in Ivan's "wild debauch" with no one to stop them. So he would have to be there himself. In fact, he had a brilliant idea. He would head off any possibility of Brandon taking his sister to the party by escorting her himself. Since Ten had no reason to suspect that Kerry knew anything of what had passed between her and Brandon, she would think the invitation merely a kind fraternal gesture to a sister who hadn't really gotten to know most of her classmates yet. Yes, that would work. Calling right as she got back to her room, he made his pitch, and a very distracted-sounding Ten agreed.

  Unfortunately, at the party, it wasn't long before Ten managed to slip away from her brother and hook up with Brandon. Kerry, naturally, fixed the pair with the Stare of Death and sat unmoving, waiting for an excuse to unleash his wrath on Brandon. Jasmine sat nearby, watching *Kerry*, and for once managing to pay no attention at all to the romantic goings-on between Tyler and Melanie across the room. Charissa walked by at one point, and nearly swooned from the sheer amount of repressed desire that was straining against the inside of Kerry's skull. The demoness was truly torn when she realized it would be against her contract to "play" with the young scientist.

  Meanwhile, Ivan was supervising the progress of his party. Everything seemed properly lively . . . except, of course, for poor Kerry. Striding over, Ivan insisted that Kerry's inactivity was disrupting his all-important ritual, and would have to change. Kerry ignored him and scooted over to get a better line of sight on Tenna and Brandon. Deciding that drastic measures were needed, Ivan asked Jasmine to teleport to his room and bring back his supply of Ecstasy. Naturally, when she realized who he intended it for, Jasmine refused outright, and suggested that Ivan should just leave Kerry alone. After a couple more rebuffed attempts to loosen Kerry up, Ivan gave up in disgust and stalked away. Privately, he decided to arrange for Kerry to wake up one morning soon in a hotel room with a trio of Mexican whores. THAT would straighten the boy out.

  It was time for Ivan to put the cap on his luck ritual, by having sex on the roof with Corinna. He put Tyler in charge of the party while he was gone, with instructions to use the early warning system (read "Jasmine") to alert Ivan should signs of demonic activity become apparent. Ivan and Corinna then headed up the stairs and . . . well, these summaries don't really cover that sort of thing. Plenty of other websites for that if you want it.

  So . . . Ivan and Corinna were boinking, and Tyler was dividing his time between smooching Mel and keeping an eye out for the demon, and Tenna and Brandon were hitting it off, and Kerry was plotting Brandon's slow torturous death, and Jasmine was trying to keep Kerry from doing anything more than plotting, and Charissa was encouraging all manner of lasciviousness among the rest of the gathered students. Then the demoness sensed that her rival was in the building. She told Tyler, who alerted Jasmine, who telepathically contacted Ivan (learning WAY more about his sex life in the process than she really wanted to). Breaking things off -- with a promise to the severely-miffed Corinna to make it up to her later -- Ivan made his way back to the party. There he picked up Tyler, and the two of them headed down to deal with the problem.

  In the basement, the two boys came face to face with . . . well, a demon. Specifically, a short, balding demon in a suit, who looked for all the world like an accountant except for the two little horns sprouting from his head. Ivan introduced himself, using his real last name, and in his most intimidating voice ordered the demon to depart and never return. A verbal sparring match followed, the demon claiming that the Crowley name held no fear for him, and further taunting Ivan for failing to learn *its* name before trying to order it around.

  "Why, Cupris! Long time no see!" came a voice from the stairs, as Charissa appeared to size up the competition. While the two demons glared at each other over past slights, Ivan quickly noted down the name "Cupris" for future use. The boredom demon switched tactics, insisting that even Ivan and Charissa together couldn't keep the campus excitement level high enough for a long enough time to be rid of him for good.

  Ivan looked at his watch and slowly counted down from five . . . at which point the "wild luck" magick he'd called down began to make itself felt. Cupris, realizing that Huntington was going to be quite inhospitable to him for some time, slinked away -- but threatened to return, and to bring his brother. Ivan, of course, just threatened to take them both on, but Charissa seemed worried. Cupris' big brother, she explained, was a Demon of the Void, capable of condemning its enemies to an eternity of nothingness. *She* didn't intend to be there if the thing showed up to challenge Ivan, and advised the young magus not to be so cocky if he hoped to survive the encounter.

  Back upstairs, the luck effect piled on top of Charissa's work and Ivan's loosening-up drugs was having serious consequences. Students were capering about naked and screwing on the furniture. Kerry saw an opportunity, and subtly slipped a thought through his mindlink with Tenna: "Wow, this party's getting a little wild." Of course, that just made Tenna suggest to *Brandon* that they go elsewhere, and he offered to show her a quiet spot down by the lake (well known to students of longer tenure as a popular makeout retreat). Jasmine suggested to Kerry that they retire to her room, where her primary gear was, and resume spying on the two. Needless to say, he was agreeable.

  Not long after, surveillance revealed Tenna and Brandon seating themselves on a blanket by the lakeshore. Fortunately for Brandon's continued good health (since Kerry was watching), they did not commence to get romantic, but rather began a conversation that soon developed into one of those rambling philosophy-of-life discussions that makes two people feel as though they've really bonded. Kerry wasn't having any of that; with Jasmine's assistance, he proceeded to bombard the pair with magickally-created distractions ranging from scary rustling in the grass to the sound of approaching voices. Nothing seemed to work, though, and after a bit Kerry decided to quit, lest he wind up driving Brandon and Tenna into clingy fear or something.

  Meanwhile, Ivan was Making Sweet Love to Corinna in his room at Halfway House, making it up to her as promised for the "business" that had called him away earlier. Ivan employed Tantric techniques (and much thinking about baseball, the least arousing subject on Earth) to stretch out each bout of sex as long as possible. At one point, between engagements as it were, they heard another couple of people enter the house, make their way to Tyler's room, and close the door. Ivan wondered if Tyler and Mel had decided to spend the night in similar recreation.

  Back at the lake, Tenna and Brandon finally decided to call it quits for the night. It being quite late, this time Brandon did walk Ten home (with Kerry watching from afar and cringing all the way at every tiny hint of physical contact). When the two reached the girls' dorm, they bade each other a sweet and awkward goodnight -- and then Ten gave Brandon a quick kiss on the cheek before hightailing it upstairs. One wonders if she heard the piteous wail of outrage coming from the floor above, where her brother continued to watch his dreams unravel.

  Kerry and Jasmine spent the next few minutes debating (again) whether Brandon needed to die, while the offender himself made his way back to his dorm on the screen before them. On the way, he was heard to mutter about needing to talk to someone about his new romance. Kerry perked up at that, and considered arranging a run-in with Brandon himself, so that he could "advise" the other boy properly. Jasmine wouldn't let Kerry get away with that, but realized that *she* was a sort-of acquaintance of Brandon's, and might be able to get him to talk to her. Kerry approved the plan, and was left to watch the screen while Jasmine teleported herself into Brandon's path.

  Surprisingly, Brandon did prove willing to confide in Jasmine. Unfortunately, the picture he painted wasn't a good one for Kerry's purposes. The boy was clearly and sincerely taken with Tenna, and humbled at the thought that she might feel the same way. Furthermore, he seemed to be a perfect gentleman in his intentions. (This corroborated something Tyler had said earlier at the party, that Brandon had spent nearly a year dating Kelli without once trying to take sexual advantage of her, or even letting things progress "too far" when she'd initiated them.) It occurred to Jasmine that Brandon's chivalrous nature was not unlike Kerry's -- and that Tenna had probably noticed the similarity as well, partly explaining the speed with which she and Brandon had bonded. No longer willing to discourage him actively as she'd planned, but not wanting it to seem that she'd turned on Kerry (who was watching), Jasmine chose to describe Kerry's protectiveness toward his sister, and advised Brandon to talk to Kerry himself, in an attempt to avoid misunderstanding. Brandon mainly thought that Kerry needed to "get over himself" and let his sister make her own decisions, but agreed that he had no reason to make enemies deliberately among Tenna's loved ones.

  After Jasmine let Brandon drift off to bed with dreams of love in his head, she rejoined Kerry in her room and tried to get him to sign on to the "talk to Brandon without killing him" plan, reminding him that since he hadn't ever made his own taboo feelings clear to his sister, he couldn't very well object if she started dating, and Brandon didn't seem *that* bad a choice in the short term. Kerry was unconvinced, and seemed offended at the thought of his sister being a "sequel" to the airheaded Kelli. Fortunately, at that point he was too exhausted to do anything further about the situation that night. Indeed, he started to bed down right there on Jasmine's floor, until she reminded him that her roommate might return at any time.

  That thought prompted Jasmine to turn her spy cameras on Melanie, just to see where the other girl had gotten off to. Moments later, she found Mel *and* Tyler sleeping peacefully in each other's arms on a futon in Tyler's room at the Halfway House. Jasmine, who had only a little earlier been questioning how Kerry could get so mad over each tiny act of affection between his sister and Brandon, suddenly understood PERFECTLY. She was slowly getting used to Tyler and Mel dating. She hardly brooded at all any more over the fact that they'd once had sex under Charissa's influence. But literally and innocently sleeping with Tyler -- *that* was *hers*. It was how their friendship had started in the first place, and how they'd spent a great many nights as younger children, until Tyler had hit puberty and been persuaded to put a stop to the practice. That had stung Jasmine enough, but to find that she had been *replaced* was another betrayal entirely.

  As Jasmine's anger mounted, some manifestation of the Law of Conservation of Jealous Rage transformed Kerry momentarily into the Voice of Reason. He drew on his own recent experience, advising Jasmine to discard out of hand the first 256 plans that came to mind, if they were anything like the ones *he'd* been coming up with earlier. Kerry couldn't stay that way for long, though, and shortly burst into tears at the renewed thought of his sister loving another. This time, though, Jasmine didn't have the emotional energy to deal with his problems and her own, and wound up running him out of the room. (She would later reflect that, had another 0.025 seconds elapsed without that happening, she would likely have wound up inviting Kerry to be her own "replacement" sleeping partner.)

  The next morning at breakfast, the tension at the table was nearly visible. The Gilman twins had switched personality traits again, Kerry's rampant emotions driving Ten into the depths of Spockian logic -- which, naturally, suggested that she should seek further positive reinforcement by sitting and talking with Brandon, while entirely keeping her from noticing the effects her actions were having on her brother across the table. Kerry had blanked his outward emotions as he usually did when he wanted privacy, but inside his feelings were still a-boil -- tnd they were affecting his magickal resonance, as he discovered when he managed to melt his breakfast into goo with a stare while trying *not* to pay attention to what his sister was doing with Brandon. Down at the other end of the table, a similar scene was playing out as Tyler and Melanie seemingly attempted to break the law forbidding two pieces of matter to share the same space, while Jasmine looked on and seethed.

  Ivan noticed all this, of course, but was preoccupied with other matters and decided to let his friends deal with their own problems. He even rebuffed Corinna's advances (politely and temporarily), preferring to continue his investigation into the alleged Void Demon that might be arriving to swallow his soul any day. Skipping his morning classes to scour his books of demonology again, he found numerous references to the potent and terrifying nature of the Demons of the Void. What he did *not* find was any mention of the NAME of the particular one that was Cupris' brother. That would not do. Remembering that Charissa had known Cupris' name, he decided to talk to her after lunch.

  Arriving at lunch, Ivan noted that the tensions from breakfast had, if anything, intensified. He decided it was time to take measures, and took Jasmine aside for interrogation. He promised to speak two words that would solve all her problems with Melanie, if she would tell him what in the world had Kerry so on-edge about his sister. Jasmine squirmed, knowing that Kerry would hate her if she spilled his darkest secret. Her very reaction, however, told Ivan that whatever Kerry was hiding, it was big. Big, highly classified, and triggered by his sister's getting a boyfriend . . . .

 "Ohhhhhh," said Ivan. "EWWWWWWWW," said Ivan.

  Since Ivan had figured out the score without having to be told, Jasmine begged his help in solving Kerry's problem, which was well beyond her expertise. Ivan sounded a little overwhelmed himself, but promised to think on it. Meanwhile, he had a debt to pay. "Rashon Davis," he said, telling Jasmine the name of Melanie's future husband according to the time-travel experience they'd had the previous year. It didn't take Jasmine long to realize that if she could find Mr. Davis and lure him to Huntington early, she might accelerate the progress of Mel's future life, and therefore Tyler's -- which, by all reports, included marriage to Jasmine herself.

  Back at the table, Kerry continued to wear a blank expression as he watched Tenna and Brandon chat happily. This time, though, Ten looked up and caught his eyes with a puzzled expression. She knew well that when Kerry blocked off his emotions, he was trying to hide something from her unusually acute perceptions; no doubt she would be curious what it was this time. Kerry decided that he'd prefer to be elsewhere. He made a show of taking out the pocketwatch that he and Ten had exchanged between themselves twice as a symbol of their close relationship, checked the time, and closed the watch with an audible click. Then he stood and walked rapidly out of the cafeteria.

  Ivan got Jasmine to look up Charissa's class schedule for him, then sent her off to research Mr. Davis while he corralled the demoness to pump her for information about the latest infernal threat to his well-being. Charissa was willing to help, but still didn't hold out much hope for Ivan's victory. For one thing, she explained, the Void Demon's true name would be of little use, as it was widely considered unpronounceable in any human tongue, including Enochian itself. She wrote out an approximation of the name in Roman characters for Ivan, and he had to agree it was a tongue-twister. His few vague attempts to say it aloud were quickly hushed by the demoness, who warned that their opponent had a tendency to notice such things.

  Charissa wasn't entirely pessimistic, however. The Void Demon did have weaknesses. For one, it rarely attacked individuals of true faith, or celestials of the opposing Host -- so, loath as Charissa was to speak well of Andrael, she had to admit that having the Earthbound angel on campus might help them when the time came. Ivan wondered if the demon would even show up if it knew it might have to confront an angel. Charissa explained that while powerful, the Void Demon was not terribly intelligent, and was generally easily led into Cupris' vendettas. Of course, its very stupidity was another weakness to exploit. Ivan wondered how it was that a demon so deficient in brains could achieve a higher position than Charissa herself, clearly a smart infernal cookie. Charissa explained that the leaders of the Dark Horde, themselves no dummies, deliberately avoided promoting anyone who might be bright enough to cause trouble for them. Ivan was surprised to learn that the Peter Principle operated in Hell as well as on Earth, but Charissa thought it only made sense that the Abode of All Evil would be organized in the ultimate example of bureaucratic stupidity.

  Later that afternoon, Kerry was brooding in his room when there was a knock at his door. It was Tenna, obviously there to satisfy her curiosity about the way he'd been acting. He quickly blanked to prevent her from reading him, and let her in.

  Armed with the analytical talents Kerry hadn't been using the past couple days, Ten hardly needed her kinesic empathy to figure out that her brother's odd behavior had something to do with her association with Brandon. Needless to say, she wasn't very happy to find Kerry's protective instincts getting in the way of her developing a social life at her new school.

  "Do you have a problem with me making friends here?" she asked bluntly.

 "No, no problem at all with you making friends," he responded in all literal truth.

 "A problem with me meeting guys?"

 "No, no problem with you *meeting* guys."

  Things continued in this vein for another exchange or two, with Kerry using excessive literalism to avoid giving Ten any real answers at all. Finally she hit the "Fine, BE that way" stage, and stalked off in disgust. Kerry went back to brooding, now having something entirely new to be depressed about.

Jenna left us hanging there for the session, but a little later Kerry wound up having a rather intense Seeking because of all this. Clearly, this issue isn't going to go away any time soon.