It was not a bad feeling, on the contrary, it was wonderful. He felt a rush of different tastes tearing at his taste buds. It was unbelievable, and wh...n it was over, he laid gasping on the floor. "More.... please... more..." he let out between his puffing and wheezing."You can have plenty more. You just need to find it. And, you know where it is. So will you accept your new life, with this wonderful taste?" Yes... just give me more."The Devil chuckled as he walked out the door, he always seemed. She started slowly moving her body seductively, as if she was dancing a sexy dance to an imagined music before unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping her jeans. He imagined her dancing for him. He imagined her stripping for him. He trained his binoculars on the section of her opened jeans, where clearly he could see the top of her powder blue panty just below her flat, toned stomach. Form fitting and skin tight, she had difficulty continuing her slow strip tease while exerting enough pressure. ? what?Me: a bottle of wine?She: hell no,Me: I know that some body love to drink red wine occasionally.She: I guess somebody collecting information about me.Me: Mr Nemichand told me.She: you know that I'm Mrs Nemichand right,Me: Not today Miss Swapna.She: lol, you are funny,Me: so it's a yes for the wine,She: stop chatting and get to cooking,Me: okay Miss Swapna, I will pick you up in one hour,She: I'm living next door to you,Me: it's a date and I will pick you up.She: okay, as you wish.Me: see. She was about twenty years old, approximately Novella's size but thinner, with long, straight black hair and a pale complexion. She was dressed in a cleaner's work coat which designated her as part of the cleaning crew that must take care of the library after it closes. "I'm sorry," she said after she stared at us for a while, her slight accent made me think she must be from an east-european country, probably Romania.Novella looked like a deer in the headlights, while I regained my composure.