The demons of Ashcroft Manor (closed)

[DarkWarrioress]

As the Wheel of Life turned, night turned into day and with that, the demons were banished back to the dank, dark basement once more, where they lamented their fate. Though sated with the tremendous amount of sexual energy they had consumed from the humans, it wasn’t enough for them. Their need was always great.

In the meanwhile, with the dawn, the humans of the manor started to stir. It was time to work again. There were private groans and moans, but everyone showered and dressed and went about their day though a little slower than usual.

Stacy rose and made her way to her bathroom, walking into the shower and letting the stinging water fall over her as she wondered what the hell had just happened. Marco and Michael? Her thoughts were incredulous. Why them? She mentally shrugged. They’d never know her thoughts. She blamed the sexual nature of her dreams on the steamy romance she was currently writing. Turning off the water, Stacy wandered back to her bedroom and dressed for the day. She chose a sun dress from her closet and donned it. It was a beautiful day out. Making her way to her study, she closed the door quietly behind her before heading to her desk and turning on her computer. One of the staff would be bringing her morning coffee any time now. Leaning back in her chair, as her computer booted, she rubbed her eyes and once again, wondered at her dreams. They had seemed so real, but they couldn’t have been. She would have known it if they had been.

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In the village, the high priestess had drug herself to bed as the sun rose over the nearby mountains. Demon seed still flowed from her pussy and ass. She had been well and truly fucked and had enjoyed every moment of it. She’d be summoning that demon soon. Her fingers slipped between her thighs and encountered the wetness there, she coated them with the cum and started rubbing her clit as her mind relived the night just past.

 

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Marco woke with the images from his dream still fresh in his mind. He wasn't quite sure why, since his visit to the wine cellar, the intrusive thoughts about his new employer had so consumed him but there was no doubt that they had. Pulling himself from the bed he showered then got started on his work for the day.

Michael woke confused by the dream that he'd had. It was so vivid that he felt like calling his fiancé and asking her if what she'd told him in it was truly her desire. She'd always been a relatively jealous type so her encouragement to take his new boss seemed so out of place. Eventually he wrote it off as just a weird dream and got himself ready for work.

When Michael exited his cabin the unusually warm morning sun almost felt stifling. Stripping off his shirt, he tucked it into his back pocket then went to the gardening shed to retrieve the mower and edger. It was lawn cutting day and the expansive grounds need his attention. Climbing onto the mower, Michael got to work cutting the grass just outside the window of his employers office. As he rode, he couldn't help but entertain the thought that she might be watching him from through the window.

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Edwin tapped lightly on the office door then tentatively pushed it open. "Your morning coffee service ma'am. I took the liberty of adding a few pastries and fruit." he said, entering the office with the tray containing the coffee, pastries along with a banana and an assortment of melon slices. "Did you sleep well last night? I'm sure the first night in your new surroundings can be unsettling."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy, having just settled down at her desk to write, found her thoughts interrupted by the muted sound of the lawnmower outside of her window. It had to be Michael, of course. With her dreams still fresh in her mind and (if only she would admit it) her pussy throbbing, she started to get up to go look out, but was startled by the knock on her study door. Edwin entered carrying a tray. The whiff of freshly brewed coffee hit her nose and she eased back into her chair.

"Your morning coffee service ma'am. I took the liberty of adding a few pastries and fruit. Did you sleep well last night? I'm sure the first night in your new surroundings can be unsettling."

She looked stunned for a moment. Did he know something? Her look switched to a friendly, remote one.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t say unsettling really. It took a bit for me to get to sleep, new place, new room and all that. You can set the tray there,” she pointed to a spot on her desk, “Edwin…” she began, unsure how to ask her question, “have you worked here very long?”

Maybe he could shed some light on her unsettling dreams from last night, in an offhand sort of way. She reached across her desk and poured herself a cup of coffee.

 

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Edwin set the tray down then took a step back. It wasn't surprising to him at all that she'd had more difficulty than usual getting to sleep. It was new surroundings and that would take a bit to get used to. Even with just the addition of her into the house, Edwin found his own sleep disrupted and restless but for reasons he'd never be able to share with Ms. Stacey. "Yes, that's certainly to be expected. Even for me, I found the excitement of a new head of household made sleep more challenging than normal." he admitted as his mind drifted back to the images that dominated his dreams the previous evening.

"I've been here a few years so I guess you could say I've been here a while. Certainly long enough to know the lay of the land and be able to answer an questions you might have." Edwin replied, sensing that something was on her mind so at the same time taking the liberty of taking a seat across the desk from her. The previous evening she seemed to welcome his company at dinner so he assumed she might well appreciate his presence now.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Edwin placed the tray on her desk and stepped back. She raised a hand to halt any further movements on his part.

"Yes, that's certainly to be expected. Even for me, I found the excitement of a new head of household made sleep more challenging than normal."

“Well, I didn’t mean to cause a disturbance, Edwin. I guess I didn’t realize that my presence would do that.”

Stacy filled her cup with coffee and cradled it in her hands as she regarded him. Edwin was fine younger man, not quite built like Michael, but certainly nothing to sneer at. In fact, she found him quite attractive as well.

"I've been here a few years so I guess you could say I've been here a while. Certainly long enough to know the lay of the land and be able to answer an questions you might have."

“I have at least one question. Maybe it’s something you can help me with. In the time you’ve been here, have you noticed anything strange about the house?”

Stacy wasn’t quite sure how to form her question. She didn’t want her employees to think she was a little off her rocker. However, last night’s dreams had shaken her. She had never dreamt like that ever before. Surely, there had to be something motivating it? Didn’t there or was it simply her overactive imagination kicking in?

 

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Edwin’s face immediately reddened when he realized that Stacy had mistook what he’d said. “I didn’t mean that to sound like it was your doing. Just the excitement of a new employer and all that it brings.” He said trying.

Her next question set Edwin back a bit. In his time there he hadn’t really noticed anything odd until the previous night. He had however heard stories circulating about town of previous experiences people had in the past. Her mention of strange things seemed to make a connection in his mind between the two.

“Until last night I hadn’t really observed anything I would call strange.” He started out as he found his way to one of the chairs and took a seat. “The manor is very old and of course there are tales that get spun about a place like this. Some of the ones I’ve heard tend to venture into what you might call strange. I’d always just written it off as urban legend.”

Edwin paused, unsure of just how to bring up what he’d experienced the night before. Eventually settling on a path, he continued. “Now last night. My sleep habits are rather unremarkable but last night was something different. I couldn’t recount any specifics but my dreams seemed far more vivid and out of the ordinary than I’ve experienced in a long while.” Edwin hoped that by claiming to not remember the specifics he’d be able to avoid disclosing how prominently Stacy was featured in them.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy set her coffee cup down on her desk.

“You seem vague, Edwin. What aren’t you saying? And I know this might sound crazy but as far as the manor is concerned, I mean have you heard anything or seen anything paranormal? I’m aware that this is an old house. Can you tell me anything about its history? Or, if not, can you tell me where I might go to find out.”

Stacy’s book could wait. She had bought this house for its charm but now, especially after last night, she was curious about its history, not that she expected it to shed any light on her dreams from last night. Those lurid dreams, she chalked up to her fertile imagination, the fact she hadn’t gotten laid in some time and the book she was writing.

 

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Edwin had no idea whether the connection he'd made about the stories he heard and the dreams he had the previous night was real or just his imagination. It was a single instance so it was difficult to draw any firm conclusions from it. Still, Stacey seemed intent on learning any lore there was about the manor so he felt it his duty to tell her. "Well I have heard some stories that have gone around town." Edwin started out as he settled back into his chair and thought about just how he wanted to word this.

"Back in the 60s rumor had it that the manor was occupied by a cult led by a charismatic woman. I've heard she was referred to as the priestess. As the story goes it was one of those free love sorts of collectives that seemed popular back in the 60s but this one seemed to be a little more..... ummmm..... intense than most." Edwin couldn't exactly find the right word to describe the things he'd heard that had gone on here but it was far from just casual exchanging of partners. "From that, there seemed to be this side legend of spirits that were influencing the members behavior. That might just be one of those stories that the religious folks come up with to try to lay the blame of what was going on at the devil's doorstep. Anyway, this went on for several years until the priestess fell ill and died under....." Edwin paused again before continuing. "mysterious circumstances. After that, the manor fell into receivership and the town clergy came in and did their thing to cleanse the house of whatever spirits it was that caused the whole thing."

He knew that it was a wild tale and likely only small portions of it were true but he sensed it was likely better for her to hear it from him than have to go asking around town and possibly hearing a far wilder version of the events.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stancy found Edwin’s information, well, fascinating. She was going to have to do a little deeper research on the manor. In the meanwhile, she nodded and thanked Edwin.

“Thank you for the information, Edwin. I’m sorry to keep you from your other duties.”

She waited until Edwin left and then, with a sigh, she opened up her word processor and began writing on her novel. No doubt her editor was going to be calling her if she didn’t get those first five chapters done. Even though it had been hard on her concentration, Stacy managed to get the first three chapters. Last night’s dreams still occupied the forefront of her mind. It was hard to set aside such vivid dreaming. Speaking of which, Stacy closed out her work and brought up her browser, typing in Ashcroft Manor into her search bar.

At first, the information she found was nothing out of the ordinary. Until…. She found an interview by a reporter. She found herself chasing link after link and before she knew it, a knock on her closed door interrupted her research. A quick glance at the time and Stacy realized it was probably one of the staff with her lunch. She had meant to take lunch in the dining room, but time had just slipped away from her.

 

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Throughout the morning Marco found reasons to venture out from the kitchen in an attempt to happen upon his new employer. Under normal circumstances he could easily distinguish between fantasy and reality but with Stacy the line seemed to be blurred. His thoughts were so vivid that it seemed impossible that they weren't the result of her subconsciously calling out to him. It was if she was a siren calling to him and he found himself powerless to resist the call.

When lunchtime rolled around and there was still no sign of her Marco dismissed the junior staff so that he could bring the tray to her personally. Stopping outside the office door Marco tapped lightly then pushed the door open to find Stacy looking up abruptly from her computer.

"I thought you might need something to eat." Marco said, casting his gaze down at the tray he was carrying. Though it would have been normal for Marco to hold the tray at waist level as he carried it he couldn't help the boldly suggestive gesture of holding the tray against his upper thighs so that the bulge of his chef pants was visible above it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Looking a little cross at the interruption, Stacy frowned as the door opened and Marco stepped in carrying a tray, which she presumed held her lunch. A quick glance at her computer clock and she noted it was indeed just past lunchtime. Sitting back in her chair. she studied Marco as he walked across the room, bringing her breakfast tray. Her eyes roamed over him and she couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. Some part of her naughty mind wished he was serving up that for her breakfast until she silently told herself to get a grip.

“Thank you, Marco. It looks delicious. I’m sorry I forgot about the time again. I truly meant to have it in the dining room this morning. I got to talking to Edwin and then started doing some research--- Marco… do you have a moment or so to spare?”

 

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As Marco crossed the room with Stacy's lunch he noted her eyes fall to the tray then remained fixed for just a beat on his cock. Seeing this only served to strengthen his belief that it wasn't in his imagination at all. There was something much larger than either of them that was drawing them together and he wasn't about to deny its will.

"Sure, I've got a moment." Marco replied setting the tray down on her desk then rounding to her side of it. In his mind she was screaming to be used but he was still mindful of his place in their relationship. A misread of the situation could easily land him in breach of his employment contract and terminated, possibly even worse if he allowed the thoughts in his mind to play out unmitigated.

Marco stopped just beside her chair then folded his arms loosely across his chest as he leaned against her desk bring the persistent bulge in his pants directly into her line of sight. "What can I do for you?" he asked before letting his eyes trail from hers down to her legs then quickly back.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy’s eyes went just where Marco wanted them to go. The tip of her tongue poked out from between her lips to wet her suddenly dry ones.

"What can I do for you?"

Now that was a loaded question, if she ever heard one.

“Um, I have heard that there have been strange goings on in this house in the past. Something about a priestess living and dying here. Have you heard anything about this? I’ve been doing some research this morning and I haven’t found out a lot. Maybe you can help me?”

She was more than aware of Marco’s eyes on her, especially how his eyes moved down her legs and then back up again. She felt a deep-seated pulse in her core. Her panties even got suddenly damp. What the hell was going on here?

 

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Marco had heard stories about the history of the house when he first arrived. It was certainly colorful but he wondered how much of it was true vs. urban legend. Having been raised in a heavily patriarchal culture the thought of it was completely foreign to him. In his world it seemed more likely to have been the opposite scenario. The fact that Stacy seemed interested in that part of the houses past only reinforced the overly sexualized vibe that was building between them.

"Oh you mean the sex cult? I've heard some about it." he replied, settling in a little more against the desk behind him. "The stories I've heard were that the priestess had quite an appetite and surrounded herself with men to feed it. Is that what's captured your interest in the story? The idea of her surrounding herself with her male concubines that were there to service her every need?"

In his mind Marco was drawing parallels between the stories and their own situation and he suspected that Stacy was as well. His hands lifted from the desktop then came to rest on his hips as his thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of his pants suggestively.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Mmm,” was Stacy’s vague reply as her eyes were glued back on her computer screen for a moment.

“Edwin was telling me about the priestess when he was here earlier,” she turned her eyes briefly away from the screen and let them settle on him.

“He told me she had died here but I hadn’t heard about her sexual appetite. Interesting.”

Even though Stacy’s eyes gleamed and she was picking up on Marco’s interest, she simply turned her gaze back to her computer screen.

“Thank you, Marco. I appreciate your input and thank you for bringing me breakfast.”

It was a vague dismissal as she wanted to get back to work. Somehow, she had to tie this sexual need building inside her into something she could transfer to her growing story in a cohesive manner. Outside, she could hear the nebulous sound of the lawnmower moving back and forth across the lawn. Michael. Now there was another one.

Keep it together, Stacy. Keep it real. She told herself silently.

 

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Just when Marco felt like they were building towards an acknowledgement of what he felt happening between them Stacy abruptly dismissed him. A part of him wanted to take the situation into his own hands and find out once and for all but her dismissal allowed a seed of doubt to sprout inside him. “You’re very welcome. Let me know if there is anything else you need.” He replied before pushing up from her desk and making his exit from her office.

Outside Michael had just finished mowing and had gathered his shovel and the new shrubs he’d ordered to replace the ones that were dying around the fountain. He heat of the day was taking its toll and covered him in a layer of sweat that glistened in the sun.

He got to work digging up plants, casting an occasional glance back toward the house, as the images of his dream the night before continued to play in his mind.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy glanced up at the retreating Marco, admiring his ass before he closed the door between them and cutting off her view. Getting up from her desk, she went to the window to look out at the lawn as the lawnmower had stopped. Michael was about to plant some new shrubs. She admired the way his body glistened in the sunlight. She inhaled deeply and wondered if that’s how he looked when he fucked. She could imagine her hands sliding over his wet body, tracing each sculpted muscle of his.

She caught him glancing toward the house and even though she wasn’t sure he could see her, she involuntarily stepped back out of sight. Turing away from the window, she went back to her work. She really needed to get some done. Wetting her lips with her pussy trembling, she closed out her research and settled back into her work as she idly nibbled on a piece of toast. Images of Michael, Marco and Edwin kept weaving their way into her consciousness with sexual intent.

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Meanwhile, in the basement, the demons were moaning with their own desires. Here it was morning and they were already chomping at the bit to get out and invade the humans that resided in their playground.

 

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It wasn’t until just before noon when the priestess finally began to stir in her bed. She groaned as the ache provided her a sharp reminder of the way the demon had used her body the night before. She longed for the day when the demons would have full run of the manor and she could serve them.

After getting showered and dressed she made her way along the quiet narrow streets toward the manor. As she passed through the gates she could feel their energy electrifying the air. Her heart raced as she approached the front door and knocked.

“Can I help you?” Devin asked as he swung the door open.

“I’m Helen. I thought I come to welcome the new owner to our small town.” She said, holding out the bottle of wine she’d brought as a housewarming gift.

“Oh, that’s quite nice of you. I’ll see if Ms. Stacy is available.”

Devin pulled the door closed leaving Helen outside then made his way to Stacy’s office. “Ma’am, there’s a visitor wishing to welcome you at the door.” He called out through the office door.

 

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Stacy leaned back in her chair with a soft groan. She really didn’t want any interruptions right now. However, as mistress of the manor, she needed to be gracious.

“Send her in please, Devin.”

She wondered who her guest could possibly be. She hadn’t met any of her neighbors yet. It had only been a day or two now since she had moved in. Stacy didn’t believe in coincidence. Everything, as far as she was concerned, happened for a reason.

There was a brief tap on the door before it opened and Devin ushered a woman in. Stacy studied her for a moment before standing up from her desk and gestured toward the empty chair across from her desk.

“Devin, would you please bring us a pot of coffee and a little something that Marco can add to the tray. Thank you. Please, come in,” she motioned toward the stranger, “have a seat and tell me what I can do for you.”

 

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Helen waited patiently outside until Devin returned then showed her up to the study where she found Stacey.

“There’s nothing I need. I just wanted to give you a proper welcome. Your home has been a prominent fixture in our town for quite some time and I thought that I should introduce myself. I’m Helen.” She said taking a seat on the opposite side of Stacey’s desk.

When she’d heard of the new owner of the house she had no real idea what to expect but finding it was Stacey disturbed her. She seemed exactly the type of person that harbored the energy the demons craved. The previous owner held no interest to them but she was going to be a problem. When she re-summoned them, she anticipated that she alone would provide the energy that that carved but Stacey was going to prove formidable.

“Tell me, do you intend to live here year round or are you only intending to vacation here?” She asked hoping that Stacey would only be a transient presence.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy always made it a point of studying people. It was just her nature as a writer. Well, it was just her nature. Period. She watched as the woman advanced into her study and took a seat.

“And your name would be?” Stacy asked the leading question.

As soon as the woman sat, Stacy also sat down. Right off the get go, the woman was irritating her. First, she started asking questions before she even introduced herself. Second, the questions she was asking were, in Stacy’s mind, simply none of her business. However, Stacy was determined to be diplomatic, if at all possible. However, she had no problem of putting the woman in her place if she got on Stacy’s nerves at to be honest, the woman was off to a good start.

Settling back in her chair, Stacy continued to study the woman. She seemed a bit older than Stacy herself. She also seemed to take good care of herself. The woman had a shapely body, long dark hair that was wrapped up on her head. She wore rings on every finger of her hands. Her nails were slightly longish and painted. It was the woman’s last question that made Stacy bite her tongue. For the moment.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, my intention is to live in the manor year-round except for whatever business takes me away from here for a while. “

Their conversation was interrupted by a sharp rap on the closed door before Devin re-entered the study with a tray. On the tray was a pot of coffee, a small plate of scones, sugar and creamer along with the necessary utensils.

“Ah, Devin,” Stacy smiled at him briefly, “thank you. Would you let Marco know that I will be going out for lunch today, please?”

 

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Helen gave a confused look when the woman asked for her name again. It was obvious that she was distracted by whatever she was working on so she offered it again without giving it much more thought.

She could see that she was put off by the question about her residency intentions. If she was honest with herself, it was a rather nosey thing to ask but she wasn't necessarily one to beat around the bush. She'd hoped that she might just be a summer resident and that her absence would leave her more opportunity with the demons than she might otherwise with her staying year round. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. It's just that some of the previous owners only stayed here part time. Not that there is anything wrong with that of course. It's nice that we can look forward to you being a more active member of the community though."

When Devin reentered the office with the trey Helen fell silent and observed the formality of their interactions. It seemed stiff and unfamiliar but that was understandable given how recently she'd arrived. Her eyes followed Devin back to the door and she watched him leave before turning back to Stacey.

"He's quite something isn't he. I could see my dreams being quite interesting having someone like him around every day." As she said it, she studied Stacey's face looking for signs of recognition or any clue she could gather to determine if the demons had yet to start to have their way with Stacey's mind.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Helen seemed nice enough, if not just a bit nosey, but Stacy just internally shrugged. The woman said all the right things, but there was something about her. Maybe Stacy was being fanciful but in any case, it didn’t harm anything to be on her guard.

“I’m looking forward to being more active in the community as I start to settle in. It was nice of you to come by.”

Stace sat back in her chair as Devin re-entered the room with the tray. Most particularly she watched Helen, watching Devin. Stacy felt this little twinge deep inside her. When her guest turned back to her, she schooled her face back into impassivity, instead, turning her attention to pouring Helen a cup of coffee.

“Do you take sugar or cream, Helen?”

Stacy paused in mid-air to ask the question before handing the cup of coffee across her desk. She felt like Helen was fishing for something, but she hadn’t a clue as to what. So, until she could figure it out, they were going to be polite, impersonal community members.

“So, Helen, you live in the village, I take it. What do you do there?”

Stacy kept her voice neutral with just a bit of curiosity and interest in it.

 

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“Do you take sugar or cream, Helen?”

"Oh, I guess just a little wouldn't hurt. I don't want to overstay my welcome. I just thought I'd introduce myself and welcome you." Helen said recognizing that Stacey didn't seem interested in divulging anything to her at the moment. She knew the appetites of the demons and if they hadn't already helped themselves to the woman it would only be a matter of time before they did. Either way it didn't seem like she'd be confiding in her. Probing more seemed as if it would only cause her to be more evasive so she decided to change tack.

“So, Helen, you live in the village, I take it. What do you do there?”

The question had caught Helen a bit off guard. "I guess you could say I'm something of a spiritual advisor." Helen replied not being entirely dishonest. She did, after all, have those in the town that followed her as well as availing themselves of the other more carnal services she provided. In exchange, they saw to her financial wellbeing. "I have a certain gift for communicating with the those that have passed on to another plain. I know some might think it a hoax but there far more out there than most people realize."

Helen hoped by planting such a seed that when Stacey did start to become aware of what was going on in the house, that she might seek Helen out for council. She wasn't about to let the demon's, she'd gone to such great lengths to free, be distracted by someone other than her.

 

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Helen’s words registered in in Stacy’s mind and Stacy filed it away in case she ever needed to ask Helen anything. However, for now, Stacy was still deep in her own research. There was something about Helen that Stacy didn’t trust. While she had no evidence to back-up what she was feeling, the feeling persisted. Stacy kept her own counsel. For now. It just seemed silly to discuss with someone she had met, about her sexual dreams. She didn’t know Helen and Helen didn’t know her. So, they sat, in silence for a while as they drank their coffee together. When they were finished….

“I concur with you, Helen. There is far more to this world than many think. What lies beyond our lives on this earth, is anyone’s guess. I, personally, believe in the supernatural. However, that’s a discussion for another day. I really should get back to my work now. Thank you for stopping by.”

Stacy set her coffee cup on the tray Devin had brought in and stood up. She wasn’t trying to be rude or anything. A brief glance at the clock on the wall and Stacy saw that her day was getting away from her and how was she going to explain to her editor why the next five chapters of her book weren’t ready by her deadline?