Chad Schmidt

the shape of a woman, but an inner light in her eyes told me otherwise. "What do you want?" I demanded, my eyes going over her nearly naked body. She was wearing nothing but an open coat. God, what a woman... Or something. Whatever she was, she was well-built. "You, Adam Richard Constantine. I want you," she pointed at me with an unearthly glow in her eyes. "What the fuck?" I said, looking around for more visitors. We were alone. "Yes," she hissed with an evil smile on her face. "Yes what?" I demanded in a slightly hysterical voice. "Yes I want to fuck." "Are you the devil?" I asked suddenly. "Oh hell, you've seen that damned movie," she said, stomping her foot. That's all I hear lately, "are you the devil?" I hate that movie, and that