The Devil's Sperm Is Cold

“Her mouth went dry. From one standpoint, the job wasn’t much, but from another, it was like salvation. In her state of confusion and fatigue, the job seemed heaven‑sent, and Lou like an angel. He watched her carefully. ‘Frankly,’ he went on, ‘if you want to sell your talent and your time, you must be aware I’m interested in more than your literary skills.’ He had paused for a long moment and then added, ‘Perhaps we can continue this interview at my apartment later.’ Her face flushed. Not only because of the openness of his request, but because she felt a strange tingle of excitement.” Who is this man? Is he the face of the devil, or the taunt of temptation?