Why . . . why did you do this to me?" I asked."Because that's what I do . . . collect souls . . . in turn for smallfavors of course." Favor! You call...this a favor you fucking bitch! I never asked forthis, and I certainly never agreed to give you my soul!" I screamed."I didn't . . . don't even know who the fuck you are!"She stood up and looked me in the eyes. Smiling she said, "I toldyou that I was the devil and that I wanted your soul before you gotwhat was coming to you. Just because you. The boy cautiously opened the door a mere crack and peeked out to see who his visitor was. I didn't hear the brief conversation, but Susan was evidently persuasive, because the boy quickly opened the door to admit my bare footed wife, and just as quickly closed it again, this time turning the bolt to prevent further interruptions.Susan sat on the edge of the bed, carefully arranging her robe, while the boy went to the bathroom to have a short conference with his girl. Then he returned to sit. We were going from being the ugliest ship in the Confederacy into perhaps the most beautiful.My excitement at that was tempered by concern. No one wanted to be me before, partly because we were sailing in what looked like a junk heap doing something nobody seemed to understand. Now we were going to look like that red Corvette that pulls up in the high school parking lot, where everyone else driving their old beaters and other affordable first cars would gawk in jealousy.We had also lost our six. Fingers, tongues, whatever….” She kissed me again, more gentle this time, and we held the kiss, as our tongues explored each other mouths. “What’s happening down there?” I heard Monique say, “Don’t leave me out of the loop.”“You are most certainly in the loop, Little Neekie,” Eva said, as I got out from between Monique’s legs, and sat on the bed on her right side. Eva turned herself round, to embrace Monique, who was still lying on her back across the bed, and she kissed her gently, before.