Waking from his post-meal nap, the Incubus felt the warmth of human flesh on the coin that he was bound to, heard the music of Taylor's heartbeat and breathing.  He felt as if own 'eyes' now rolled upward in ecstasy, as if he were trying to look through the top of his head.  Subtly, he snuck into Taylor's senses to see what she was doing....  Taylor was trying to start her car?  She was dressed for sex....  Well, he had some minor ability to observe and affect the physical world.  Ah, there was the problem....  The Incubus, pressed against Taylor's breast, had more than enough power to tighten an electrical connection that had vibrated loose in the car's starting system.<br/><br/>Carefully, now, masquerading as one of her own thoughts, he said, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 72, 65)">Try it again.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"  When Taylor turned the key, this time the engine started.  As payment for his deed, the Incubus briefly tickled the nerve endings of Taylor's g-spot and was rewarded with a small nibble of sexual energy.<br/>
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'</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 72, 65)"><i>Where was Taylor headed?</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">' he wondered.  Rather than guide the young woman into scenes that he knew that he'd enjoy, the Incubus decided to relax and see what the human would come up with on her own.  If he liked Taylor's partners, he could help nurture those affairs.  If he didn't like them, he'd punish them in ways only a sex demon could.</span>