"Just tell her, buddy, can you do that?" Where do you live, Harry?"He stuck out his arm."That way."Could have been anywhere."Mrs. D, what's the deal w...th this Harry person?"It was a little later that morning, the air still cool even if it was going to be another Valley summer scorcher. We were having breakfast on the veranda under the grapevine. Persephone's mother stopped buttering her croissant and put the knife down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Persephone put down her coffee cup."Where. I watched the porn on the TV, and looked nervously at the door. Nobody was there. It was just me, the TV full of porn and the Masturbation Couch.I watched the porn, it was pretty good stuff. A woman with an oiled butt was being worked on my two good looking guys with big cocks. She was on her hands and knees, her oiled and slipper ass up in the air, feeling the hands of the two guys who were rubbing her ass, her holes, her labia, and her inner thighs. One of the studs moved over her, his hard. “All of them,” de Sade replied.Makanta grinned, then picked up a tiny bell. It tinkled when he shook it. The young servant appeared immediately.“Summon Tabik and Karl Denke.”“Pardon, Master.” De Sade said carefully. “If I may ask, the name “Karl Denke” sounds human. Is a human soul your best hunter?”The demon just smiled, flipped to a specific page in the thick book, and turned it around for de Sade to read.Karl Denke. Prussian serial killer who preyed on travelers and the homeless from 1903 to. Sleep didn't come for a long time.The next morning, I was up earlier than usual and in the shower. Barb was doing her makeup in the mirror as I stepped out and toweled dry. She put her hand on my chest. "Thanks for last night," she said quietly."I should be thanking you," I said mechanically, and moved to get past her into the bedroom. She blocked my path and looked at me with her big blue eyes before I could get away."Why didn't you... you know?" she asked."Fuck your ass?" I said in a loud,.