Your heater and stove? You have propane?" Yes. Two bottles. Enough for a summer with the stove. A week with the heater." Then we'll be warm and we can...cook. Are you cooled off?"I guess I looked puzzled."From earlier. Gosh, Stoney, you get me..." Jo, you're just a delight," I said."I'm glad to be your delight. Get your banjo. We need to practice."And practice we did. My fingers were developing a better connection to my eyes. Jo's sheet music for the harp part of a Mozart concerto was a giant. I got curious now. The lane had houses on both sides. Most of them were poor people in a sense, small houses with cattle and all.I noticed her waiting in front of a house. I hid behind a pole. After 2 minutes, a huge dark guy came and took Ammi by her hand inside his house compound. I was both afraid and curious to follow. I slowly crept in the dark to his house compound and climbed over it, and reached inside.It was a very small house and had a little open space leading to the built portion.. I started sucking her nipples.. i sucked them so badly that they turned purple in color, she was screaming… now i started biting her nipples. she jumped in pain, “aaaaaahh amit, it hurts.” i said, “Good, i wanted to hurt you and you have hurt me.” I bite her nipples more badly, i was chewing them hard. and she was screaming in pain.I took a rough surface stone and rubbed it roughly on her hurt nipples, to hurt her more… she was screaming, uuuhhh oooohhh amit plz dn’t do this, its paining too. It felt ... Right to kill them. But if I may ask, it felt so erotic when I took his soul. Does it always feel like that? I asked her.“Yes, and no. The more evil the soul is, the more pleasure you get out of it. It sounds cliché, but it’s one of the very few things that the myths got right.” She told me. She then started to tell me about an artist during the renaissance that she had made a deal with. He had only wanted one more night on earth. “His name was Masaccio and he was a very talented.