The noise of the front door closes shut and the devil’s voice as he speaks to someone else wakes me up. With a groan, I open my eyes an inch and then shield them from the bright sun that streams through the open curtains at my window. As I sit up in bed, I recall all that happened last night and my face heats up in flames at the memory of what the devil did to me, but what I don’t remember is coming back to my own room.
I swing my legs from out of the bed and after a visit to the washroom; I make my way outside only to stop short when I see a very sweaty and hot Hercules walking around my tiny apartment with only a tight pair of running shorts and some shoes. His perfectly tanned broad chest glistens with droplets of water, and he pushes his wet hair out of his eyes. He doesn’t notice me
