Stretch's second sense had saved us from destruction. She had hit the "scram" button almost 30 seconds before platoon ops called to tell us that we ha... been targeted. This gave us enough time to get away before the Katusha rockets had arrived at our site. Debra had saved us all, so I guess I could give her and Jimmy a little slack.I reached inside the hut and grabbed the bayonet we kept there to deal with branches. When I turned around the girl was standing there looking very afraid. "Come on,. "Let's go, boys," the leader said, "y'all don' want none of this piece."They rode off, and I got down and started stuffing things back into the trunks and boxes that had been torn open. Soon the girl joined me, bewailing her damaged dresses and scattered linens."You get that stuff out of you?" I asked.She nodded, "But it still burns." I'm sorry," I said, lifting the last box up on the wagon's bed and lashing it down."You safe me," she said, dusting her hands together, her eyes down. "Yes?". "Indeed, I am. The Devil, at your service." He nodded his head, before returning his stare to you."Are you gonna kill me?" Certainly not, I never kill a client." he responded."Client?" you pondered, wondering what he was talking about."Yes, I heard your offer. Your soul for one sexual experience with Ms. Britney Spears. I have come to tell you that I would be willing to accept these terms." You're serious!?" Quite. Now do we have a deal." No." His eyes flared a bit at this, he looked like he. " With the girl he spoke to me about?" Evan asked. He picked up a picture from the side table and stared at the face of his son. The boy in the picture was in his early teens, so the picture was a few years old. A flash of anger caused his jaw to clench."That was a shitty thing you did to me!" he said."I know," Camille admitted with a sigh."How in the world could you do it?" Evan asked."Probably easier than you think," Camille answered. She had known for years that the question would come up.