“I was wondering if I could borrow your phone. I have a really important call I need to make and my battery is dead.”“Sorry to hear that. Why do...’t your ask one of your babysitters for his phone?” I asked respectfully.“You fucking asshole,” he said.“To bad your mom didn’t teach you any manners,” I said as he stormed off. I made it a point to stay away from the campground and the temporary residents. It wasn’t hard, I had things to do, and they saw themselves as to high up on the pecking order. They surrounded the man Owen feared most, the one who made his heart both sink, and feel like it was being squeezed at the same time- Mephisto. There he stood, amongst his followers in the elevator. He was dressed in a blood red cloak that covered him from his neck to his feet. Unlike his compatriots, who were stagnant, he was more graceful and elegant. His cloak was of a silky fabric, and the red contrasted his pale face. The paleness of his face almost seemed to be cosmetic, as if makeup were. “Fifty bucks,” he said. “Then I guess you owe me twenty five dollars,” I said. We turned in to his apartment building and took the elevator upstairs. I pushed against him and kissed him the entire way until the bell rang. He led the way to his apartment. Once inside he offered me something to drink and he poured me a glass of white wine. His apartment had a nice view and I slipped off my coat. He joined me and I set down my glass kissing him again as his phone rang. He checked it and he. "Jenny heard rustling noises as the pair got closer and closer."Look at this," exclaimed the woman. There was a short pause. "Do you think it's serious?" Well, there's only one way to find out," her companion responded. "Let's go up and have a look."Jenny felt her face flushing all over again as the couple began the climb up to the top of her rock. Already she'd forgotten about wetting herself."Wow! It was for real," gasped the man. "Look at that!" My god, she's gorgeous," cried his partner. "I.