Chapter One
Statistics show that most mortals sell their souls for five
reasons: sex, money, power, revenge, and love. In that
order.
I suppose I should have been reassured, then, that I was
out here assisting with
numero uno, but the whole situation
just made me feel ... well, sleazy. And coming from me, that
was something.
Maybe I just can't empathize anymore, I mused.
It's been
too long. When I was a virgin, people still believed swans
could impregnate girls.
Nearby, Hugh waited patiently for me to overcome my reticence.
He stuffed his hands into well pressed khakis, leaning
his large frame against his Lexus. "I don't see what the big
deal is. You do this all the time."
That wasn't exactly true, but we both knew what he
meant. Ignoring him, I instead made a great show of studying
my surroundings, not that that improved my mood. The suburbs
always dragged me down. ...
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