Yy ... you’re the Devil!” Jane instinctively crossed herself, no doubt reflecting her Catholic upbringing.“I’m A devil, not THAT Devil. I am L...rd Asmodeus, Prince of Darkness and King of Hell. I’ve taken over from Satan, who is dead now. Yes, that’s right. Hell is under new management, you see. Most people don’t burn there anymore. Not unless they burned someone else. But, yes, I’m here for your soul. On the plus side, I plan to damn you by fucking you. That’s more pleasurable than getting your. I don’t normally like doing that because people are creeps and its often the last time you hear from them, i like to be sure they’ll show….but i was really horny, and really wanted to suck his black cock. He wasn’t bullshitthing though, and txted me about 20 mins later. I told him my apt number and he came up. Not sure if you’re very experienced, but for me, those first few moments can be a combination of nervouseness, excitement, anxiety, horniness, apprehension….but I calmed myself, answered. “You should learn to acquire the taste. Did you notice any other men when you came into the lounge?”“My husband pointed out one guy.”“What was he drinking?”“He was holding a beer bottle.”“What did you notice about me?”“It’s just the way you were sitting. You had a confident commanding look. Come to think of it there was something about the way you held your glass.”“That’s right. That wasn’t happenstance. I planned it. For business functions you should drink scotch or whiskey for a nightcap.. I ordered corned beef, string beans, and red potatoes. It came with Jello. And a drink. I ordered lemonade.I set my tray down. I wanted a glass of Insel Deutsch Bier. It’s made here on the island by a retired German Meister Bierhersteller. Long story but tl;dr He got bored doing nothing, found a brewpub, and started making beer by German beer purity standards. The brewpub had to expand to meet the demand for his Insel Deutsch Bier.It was the same “very good local beer” that Ed mentions in his.