I wake up to the room mugged with misty sweat, from the very hot sun shining through my window. I couldn't remember anything that occurred during yesterday, especially last night. I looked over at my nightstand and saw a folded note. I picked it up and it said 'Thanks' and that was all. Then I started to smell lust in the air and remembered I slept with the Devil herself... Damn... well speak of the devil, my shower didn't work and I'm covered with sweat, so I just put on some cloths in the cheap dim apartment. I managed the escape from the landlord and I ran to work to find out I got laid off. So I went to the diner that was going out of business and they were offering free triple layered chocolate cake. I figured 'Why not, it could cheer up my day.' The most beautiful red headed waitress delivered the cake to me and rushed off in a hurry to give out more cake to some old men two tables down from mine. The cake was delicious but what needed was a nice cold glass of milk. I asked the red head if she would get me a glass but then she said that she poured the last glass to the old man who raised his glass and had a toothless smile. I said my thanks to the red head and as she turned away she flipped a dark blood red leather jacket and looked over her shoulder with a very sexy look she said "No, thank you..." and walked out of the door. Thats when I knew she was the Devil, but most of all I knew I was in Hell.