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was
wearing a Rob Zombie t-shirt, making me wonder if he was a smart ass, or if he
simply liked Rob Zombie.
    “Time to go,” I called out to Mr. Whiskers, who completely
ignored me in favor of basking in the attention the kid was lavishing on him.
The only thing my familiar loved more than being petted was dead things, so
being petted by a reanimated corpse was like a dream come true, and it was
going to be a real challenge to get him out of the office. “If you come with
me, I promise to pick up something smelly and dead on the way to the sitter’s
house.” I knew I’d regret that promise when I was fighting to get the smell out
of my car later, but I was going to be late for my dress fitting if I didn’t
get my familiar moving soon.
    Finally, Mr. Whiskers looked over at me. “He smells so
good.” he said with a sigh.
    The kid gave me a sad smile, and I felt bad for him. It was
tough enough being a teen, but throw in the corpse thing and you weren’t
getting a lot of invitations to hang out. He could no longer spend time with
the living because eventually someone would figure out he didn’t have a
heartbeat. A good Necromancer could keep his flesh from rotting or things from
falling off, but in the end, reanimated corpses were still dead.
    “He’s lonely,” Mr. Whiskers told me sadly, and I wasn’t
completely heartless, so I couldn’t help but feel bad for the kid.
    “Do you have a job?” I asked.
    The kid shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
    It was refreshing to meet a polite teen, and it made me want
to help him, even though I wasn’t sure I liked how old it made me feel when
someone called me ma’am. I fished out a business card and handed it to him.
“We’re setting up a teen focus group in the San Francisco office, and I think
you’d be a good fit.”
    I made a mental note to arrange for a focus group to be set
up in the San Francisco office—one that needed a few reanimated corpses. It
would probably help the kid make some new friends.
    The kid looked at the card and got so excited, he almost
looked alive. “ Night High ? I love that show! I used to watch it all the
time when . . .” His voice trailed off. He’d been about to say that he’d
watched it all the time when he was alive. Mr. Whiskers cuddled in further as
if to comfort the kid.
    As for me, this focus group was beginning to sound like a
really good idea. I was curious about why he’d stopped watching when he’d died,
and I wondered if the show simply didn’t appeal to reanimated corpses.
    “What’s your name?” I asked.
    “Jeremy,” he replied. “Do you really think they’ll want me
on the focus group?”
    “Sure. It might be boring most days,” I warned.
    He gave me a shy smile. “I don’t care. Anything’s better
than sitting around the house wishing my mom had let me die.”
    I had no clue what to say to that, but hopefully the
therapist would be able to help him.
    With a sigh, I decided I was going to have to get pushy with
my familiar, or I’d miss my dress fitting. Then, I suddenly wondered if that
was such a bad thing. Thankfully, my demon therapist came out to get the teen,
so Mr. Whiskers followed me out of the room.

Chapter Three
Trevor
    I laid back on the sofa and closed my eyes. The idea of
seeing a therapist had never crossed my mind, but I was ready to admit that I
was losing my mind, and it had all started with the bitchiest witch I’d ever
met.
    “I know people look at me and see this guy who loves to
party and fuck any witch who’ll spread her legs. I’m not denying that I’ve had
a lot of pussy. I mean, so much, I’d need an accountant to work the numbers to
tell you how much pussy I’ve had. The thing is, I don’t sleep around because I
want to be the world’s biggest man-whore. I honestly believed each of those
witches might have ended up being the one.”
    Opening my eyes, I saw the arched eyebrow rise in doubt.
“Every one of them?” she asked.
    I opened my mouth to respond, and then