Just across the stream were two boot shaped footprints where the Devil had been standing. They looked like ordinary footprints, with only one differen...e. The Devil’s boots left one tell-tale sign of his presence for there in the mud in the center of his boot heel was his own personal trademark, a five sided star inside a perfect circle. Years went by before I would ever see the Devil again, yet this time there was no conversation, no offer of eternal power and glory. I was walking one day close. ‘This is my office that I work from. What do you think of it?’ He said as they entered the room. It was a large room dimly lit from a small lamp that sat on a very large wooden desk. There were several chairs and a brown leather couch. The floor was hardwood with a huge soft skin rug thrown on it. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with books and on one wall there was a fireplace also lit. ‘Robert, it’s so cozy for an office. It’s great. I love it. Is this the surprise? You wanted to. It could have been a day, or maybe two, before someone came and broke into our house to steal what they could before someone else beat them to it. The burglars found me sitting in my shit and piss. They didn’t untie me but were nice enough to call the police. I think the cops had orders to get rid of me quietly, without any paper trail. They dropped me on the doorstep of an orphanage. I didn’t even get to change out of my soiled clothes. I was almost nine when this amazing woman took me from. "And you're acting as though Cody is supposed to sit here with me — a person who you know has very limited social skills — while you play Queen of the Ball," I said. "You're both being silly and childish."Both Kasey and Carrie sat back with shocked looks on their faces."Now," I continued, "the point of this evening was for everyone to have fun. You two appeared to be having a good time making the rounds. I was having a good time sitting here joking with Gail about people we knew. Cody was.