I will sign your promissary note, but only in exchange for being a master at whatever the latest invention may be.”
For a short while, they haggled minor details– including the nature of the escape clause– and then David Wilcox affixed his signature in blood to the contract. He had stood in his office many times trying to work up the courage to ask her out on a date, but was always still arguing with himself when she walked by on her way to the elevator. Sex Alongside them, a huge man stood towering over everyone with his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes closed. The fact that Dave had sold his soul to the Devil WAS Matt’s problem. “I’m only inviting single people your age or younger,” he had promised. The franticness was gone and it was a much more gentle trip up orgasm mountain for both of them. Both stood as David approached with Matt. “Oh,” she said with a slight laugh. He was failing miserably. “Just don’t depend on your penis brain in the future,” she said. It was Dave, the IT geek who maintained the computers at Matt’s office on a contract basis.
