She enjoyed having people around--even those with a political agenda--to soften the inevitable nocturnal dreams.
Of the devil who could not entice her with the Faustian bargain.
She knew what he was after: she would not lose her soul to him for eternity.
But the others she feared would not be so lucky.
She tried to warn them.
She was below a tall building on the ground.
The devil and her old Jewish girlfriend's brother were on the top of the building.
There was a long zip line cable stretching down to the ground beside her.
She knew that Al must not ride the line down--it would mean his doom.
She tried to warn him, screaming at him.
But he could not hear her.
She was powerless to stop him as he slowly mounted the line.
She watched in horror as he descended head first
and struck his head on a wall next to her.
His eyes crossed and his face contorted in a ghastly emptiness.
She knew he was dead.
She could not breathe.
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