She tried to look as non-sexy as possible, but was greeted by me instead with a goofy lustful smile. We hugged and I told her "thank you, I love you s... much."The next morning, mom surprised me. She was still dressed in her sleep shirt, but she was carrying her towel and shower supplies."C'mon, don't you want to watch me get in the shower?" I could not believe what I was hearing. I was still fighting through the haze of sleep and remembering the deal that we had made the night before. She was. And what an entrance. She looked a little like one of the women from Abba. Long purple boots with platform soles, a long purple skirt that was slit up the front until it met a zip that went up to the waist. Above this she had a very tight matching purple zipper jacket that was low-cut and showed a significant amount of cleavage. It appeared at least a size too small as her breasts were clearly quite constrained and pushed upwards quite considerably. She had tied her hair up on the top of her. “That was wonderful”, she said. Then they realized that there was blood on the sheet beneath them. Mark knew then that he had just deflowered a virgin!Jennifer lay there completely at ease with the world. “Ohhh!, isn’t sex wonderful. Do it to me again Mark. Oh please do it again”.Mark recovered after a few minutes and once again they were locked together and having the time of their lives. That week they saw each other every evening and each time made straight for Mark’s bedroom. Jennifer was. Some of it is, perhaps, what your aunt said, in terms of why. The ancient ways ... they’re what you called our faith. Superstition. I mean, they’re real power, but you do know the price, don’t you? It’s your soul! The price is making a pact with the Devil! It means an eternity of suffering torments with Satan in the Lake of Fire! Are you sure that it’s worth it? Or do you honestly believe that we’re the ignorant, superstitious folk, for believing that the supernatural is real, when you’ve seen.