I just want your pitiful excuse for a soul.” The demon calmed itself and went back to a business-like tone. “So this how it works you can ask, I g...ve. You die. I collect.”“Basically, your willing to give me my heart's desire, in exchange for my soul when I eventually die?”The demon’s tone changed immediately at the human understanding her proposal. “Yes ... Hurry up and you shall have your desire.“I can ask for anything, eh?” He asked, curiously.Her eyes perked up at her new catch, showing. "You'd better stay up your end of the island for the next half hour," she warned me. "I'm going for a swim." "Thanks for the warning," I replied. No sooner had I hung up the phone than I grabbed my binoculars, positioned on my bedside table for just such an emergency, and ran down the path to Vanessa's beach. I didn't bother to put on any clothes. After all Vanessa wouldn't be seeing me, or so I thought. Fifteen minutes later I had taken up my position behind a convient tree, binoculars in one. Inside, rational thinker projected, ‘Money up front.’ Sex kitten pouted, but said, ‘I hate to be a downer boys, but we do need to get the financial part out of the way first. It’s so much sexier if we don’t have to worry about it once we get there.’ ‘Sure thing, doll. Here you go.’ He handed over 6 hundreds that Cynthia promptly put into her purse. The drive was not long, about 15 minutes, and they arrived at one of the less expensive national chains. They escorted her up to the fourth floor,. My mind searched for answers until a wide shot of the room came up on the screen. The heart-shaped bed in the movie was unmistakable. The porn had been filmed in the honeymoon suite.My heart fluttered. Something was up, and I didn't like it. I took note of the camera angles and looked around the room. Sure enough, I found a small lens in the base of a lamp on a table across from the bed. Another small camera was poking of of the wall, way up in the corner.I heard someone on the TV say, "Suck.