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The Devil's Dew By Persephone Joe was about average in the male equipment department but like most men wouldn't have minded being a little more than just average. Actually, he would have preferred to be a lot more than just average. Nothing huge mind you. Just better than average. He would also have been happier if he were a lot more appealing to the female half of the population. He had seriously considered plastic surgery to improve his appearance and make him more attractive but what he wanted not even the best plastic surgeon could give him. Even if he did have the money. Which he didn't. Joe just wasn't real happy with anything that Mother Nature had given him. He stood there naked looking in the full-length bathroom mirror thinking to himself that it was hopeless now. He would never look like the man he saw himself as in his fantasies. Hell, he wouldn't even get close. No, that just wasn't possible, not anymore. Maybe if he'd had the money earlier in life something could have been done. But now, looking at his reflection all he saw was a short forty-five year old man with a balding head, a considerable pot belly, love handles, large nose, close set eyes, a horrible complexion and the list went on, and on, and on. No, it was just too late. At forty-five and still single, with a body that made every woman he'd ever made a pass at laugh herself silly, Joe was going to have to accept that he would go to his grave single. Until that day he would never be able to score with the gorgeous women he'd dreamed about. It made Joe want to get rid of every mirror in the house but he knew that wouldn't improve his looks any. He decided he might as well just get dressed and go to work like he did every day, five days of the week. Joe delivered office supplies for a major office supply warehouse store to businesses in town. He had been a delivery driver for most of his working career. He'd delivered bread, newspapers and magazines, car parts and so on. You name it; he'd delivered it at sometime or another. So it was that Joe was working his deliveries that fateful Friday when he delivered some copy paper to a new business in town. It was a used bookstore "Reincarnated Readings." Joe went up to the girl at the counter and told her that he had the paper that was ordered. The girl told him that she would have to get the owner and to please wait. While Joe was waiting, he decided to look around the shop. He didn't go out much so he did a lot of reading in the evenings. The shop looked pretty common. Lots of well-read paperback books covered the shelves at the front of the store but Joe saw what looked like hardback books on the shelves further back. He wandered towards the rear of the store past reference, romance, philosophy, history, science, etc. He was going down the "Occult and Magic" isle when a book just dropped off the shelf and fell to the floor at his feet. He picked it up and was about to return it to the shelf when he hesitated. It was an old book. A very old book. It was bound in black leather and had hand stitched bindings. The cover was ornately hand embossed with gold filigree. The title was in gold Old English lettering and read "The Wish Book" and right below the title was "or How to Make All of Your Wishes Come True Through the Proper Application of the Correct Spell or Incantation." Joe still had the book in his hand when the owner came up and handed him the signed off copy of the delivery receipt. She looked at the book in Joe's hand and asked if he wanted to buy it. Joe thought for a moment and then said impulsively, "Yes. I think I will. How much is it?" She told him she would have to look it up but that she would give him an employee's discount because he delivered the paper. He thanked her and paid for the book. 'Fifteen dollars with the discount!' He wondered just what kind of fool he was. 'A wish book. How stupid! If wishes really worked I would be young, tall and handsome with women falling at my feet by now what with all the wishes I've wished over the years.' When he finally made it home from work that night Joe changed clothes and made dinner, as usual. After he had eaten he was about to watch some TV, again, as usual. He was on his way to the living room when he saw the book lying on the table and picked it up. He figured, 'What the heck, I paid fifteen bucks for it I might as well take a look at it.' He opened to the "Contents" section and scanned down the page. There were the usual wishes for fame, for wealth, for possessions, for love and for revenge. Then he saw it. "Wishes for sexual prowess." He looked it up in Chapter 6 on page 66. There it was, a list of instructions on exactly what to do and how to call your wish into being. 'Humm, not that complicated.' He thought. 'I could do that tonight. I know its stupid but I think it's the only thing I haven't tried yet.' He gathered up the requisite materials from around the house. Nothing exotic, just common household items. He mixed some of them in a stainless steel bowl and set the others aside for later use. Then he pulled back the rug and drew chalk diagrams on the living room floor carefully following the diagram in the book. He poured lighter fluid in the bowl, set it in the centre of the diagram and lit it on fire while reciting his wish and sprinkling the remainder of the ingredients into the magic diagram at the specified places. He repeated his wish three times and then stood there and waited. Black smoke started to billow from the bowl on the floor in the middle of the chalk diagrams and he worried about the smoke detectors going off, but they didn't. The smoke started to dissipate and he could see something in the bowl. It was a very small man. Then the man started to grow larger and he stepped out of the bowl. Joe could see exactly what he looked like now. He was dressed all in black. The small man continued to grow larger until he was about six-foot tall. He had a small moustache and a goatee. His eyes were a yellow colour and he had small horns protruding from his forehead. Joe just stood there with his mouth hanging open for a bit and then said, "You look like the Devil." The Man in black smiled and said, 'And you don't look so hot yourself, Joe." "I mean, are you the Devil?" Joe returned. "No man, I'm just a minor office lackey on Hell's manning chart. I handle sex related wishes, which is, I believe, why I am here. So Joe, just what is it you want for your wish?" Joe looked at him for a bit and then spoke, "I wish to be extremely attractive and well endowed sexually. I wasn't given much at birth and as you can see it hasn't improve since. I want to have a cock that would please any woman and I want to look like I've always wanted to. And I want any woman I want to want me. I want all women to think I'm extremely attractive and desirable. I want them to follow my every whim and to get wet with desire at just the thought of me." "Yeah, don't we all. Okay. That can be done. Is there anything else in the sex department?" Joe thought for a bit. "No. That about covers it. But I don't have to sell my soul to get this wish do I?" "No. We don't do souls. That's in books and the movies. The boss figures he already has most of the souls anyway so why not bargain for something he can use. Your wish will cost you one year of your dreams. The boss can't dream so he barters for the dreams of others. It's a good arrangement and I get to do all of the previews for him." Joe wasn't sure what to make of this. "So you just take my dreams for the next year is all?" "Yep. After the trial period that is. If you're not happy after thirty days you can keep any one feature of the wish and return the rest at no cost to you. We find that we have to be competitive in today's marketing arena." "You mean if I don't like it within thirty days I get to keep one part of it and return the rest no cost?" Joe said. "Duh! What did I just say? Yeah, that's right. But according to the fair marketing laws that were just passed by the whiney assed liberals in this state I have to inform you that if you really do like what we provide to you, and then you lie just so you can keep part of it and return the remainder you will be required to assume the position and give the Devil his dew." "Oh. If I lie and get caught, I have to pay. Right?" "You have a knack for getting right to the point. Yes, that's right so now, do we have an agreement?" "Yeah, sure. What happens now?" Joe asked. "Just sign this agreement, which says in legalese what I have already told you in plain language. However, that same law obligates me, again, to tell you that you have the right to take the time to read the contract. You have the right to ask any questions before you sign. You have the right to have an attorney present before you sign anything. If you want an attorney and cannot afford one I will engage one for you and add the fee to your contract at no extra charge. Do you want an attorney present?" "No. I don't. Give me your pen and I'll sign." Joe took the pen and signed the contract. "So. When does this start?" "It started when you finished signing the contract. See you in thirty days, Joe." The Man in black said just before he left in another puff of that damn black smoke. Suddenly a blue cloud started to swirl around Joe's feet. The cloud continued to grow and move up until Joe was completely enveloped in its confines. Small white sparks leapt from the cloud to Joe's skin like mini bolts of lightening hitting him and making his skin feel like it was crawling, growing and shifting and then all feelings were gone, he was completely numb. Joe couldn't move a muscle. He was frozen in place, standing there staring across the room through the blue cloud thunderstorm. When the mini thunderstorm cloud dissipated and his feelings returned Joe went to his bathroom, stripped and gazed awe struck into the mirror. He couldn't believe what he saw reflected there. He was well over six-foot tall with the well-defined muscles of a bodybuilder. He had dark wavy hair, brown eyes, strong jaw, and a broad smile with straight white teeth. Then there was his cock. It was just what he had always wished for. He guessed it would be about eight or nine inches when erect. He had to use it and as soon as possible. The next thirty days were going to be one long orgy for Joe. He dressed in a pair of sweats that had always been too big for him and headed out to the nearest mall for some clothes. He asked a saleslady for some help because he had no idea what his sizes were. She couldn't do enough for him. She stayed with him every minute and helped pick his clothes from his underwear to his slacks and shirts. When he went into the men's changing rooms, he merely smiled at her and she followed. She went down on her knees and pulled down his sweat pants and took his member into her mouth sucking it until it was rigid and then taking the full length of his new and improved manhood into her mouth and down her throat. She worked him up through level after level of ecstasy until he couldn't hold it any longer. Just as he was about to come he took her head in his hands and pulled her up to him. She removed her panties as she rose and he lifted her off the floor to his waist level. She was wet and ready. She made small quiet whimpering sounds as he rubbed his throbbing cock against her. She wrapped her legs around him and he grabbed the cheeks of her ass in his hands and pulled her up a little higher. Joe slipped his member into her hot, wet pussy as he leaned her back against the wall of the changing room. Her whimpers became louder and more frequent the closer she got to orgasm. He felt his juices begin to move and race towards their escape. As his male fluids burst from him and shot in spasms deep inside of her vagina she burst into a writhing orgasm and her pleasure was released in a scream of sexual ecstasy that was heard throughout the store. Joe knew it would get crowded in there real soon so he lifted her off and set her on the bench to dwell in the afterglow of his ministrations. He quickly pulled up his sweatpants, grabbed the clothes, and departed the booth post haste. As he tried hard to casually walk out of the men's changing room area there was a group of store employees entering. Joe smiled, shrugged his shoulders and continued on. He smiled because he knew they would find her still wrapped in the after effects of her orgasm. That should make for an interesting story he thought. He went to the nearest cash register and paid for his purchases and moved on. Joe moved from store to store in the mall that night and repeated the same scenario wherever and whenever possible until even his fantastic new body was sapped of its strength. He needed to head for home. His car was full of clothes when he reached the house. He unloaded the car and put them away in his closets and dresser. His old clothes he threw into bags for Goodwill. When he had finished, he admired himself one more time in the mirror that was now his friend before showering and retiring for the night to regain his strength for the weekend. Joe's days were spent finding one woman after another and his nights he spent in one nightclub after another picking up as many women as he could. He picked up the pretty cashier where he had his tires rotated and the good-looking checker at the grocery store. He had the young lady that read his electric meter between houses, the waitress in the pizza parlour out behind the shop while he waited for his pizza. He even called the Avon lady and made it with her. Joe left no piece of ass unturned in his quest. Time was his only constraint. His body would respond to any demand placed on it but he found that the weekend was gone and before he knew it he needed to report to work again. He called in and asked if he could take his vacation. His boss, a very nice lady, was more than happy to grant his request and even asked if she could drop by and see him sometime during his thirty day vacation leave. He was amazed; it even worked over the phone. And so went the thirty-day trial period. One single conquest after another. One orgy after another. He was making up for all the lost opportunities of his adult life and had made more than significant progress towards that end when the Man in black returned in the usual puff of black smoke. Joe had just returned home after a late night of debauchery and gone to his bedroom to shower and catch some rest before heading out again. Just after Joe entered the room he appeared. The minor lackey looked at Joe and smiled. "Well Joe, did everything meet or exceed your expectations?" Joe realized it was time to pay the piper or the Devil in this case. He didn't really want to loose his dreams for a year. Not even for a day. Since the change a month ago his dreams had become a continuation of his activities during the day. He woke up every morning with a smile on his face and a hard-on. No. There had to be a way out of this deal. What were his choices again? Oh yeah, keep one of the features and give the rest back and that was the end of the deal. Which should he keep? He decided on keeping the body. So what if his dick was back to normal. Normal wasn't all that bad but no matter the size of his cock it didn't do any good if women wouldn't even look at him. As far as being irresistible to women went... well, with a good body he felt he could still snare his fair share and maybe a little more. Joe told the Man in black that it wasn't as good as he had been led to believe and if it couldn't be improved upon he would just as soon keep the body and give back the rest. The Man in black looked surprised. "Are you serious? You're not happy with the deal? I find that really hard to believe. I considered you as one of my best grantees yet. Well, a deal is a deal but first we will have to review the memory files of the last thirty days as provided for in the contract to be sure you are truly dissatisfied. It will only take a couple minutes." Joe got a little worried and thought, 'Review the memory files? How can he do that? I don't remember that part of the contract. Shit! I should have read the damn thing! Well, what the hell can he do to me? What was it he said, "give the Devil his due?" Okay, so worst case scenario I pay him what I owe him and loose my dreams for a year. It's not as if it was forever. I guess I can live with that. Okay, fine, let him review!' The man smiled at Joe and waved his hand. Joe saw every conquest of the past month projected on the wall starting with the saleslady in the changing booth. There was a satisfaction meter in the lower right-hand corner of the projection and it registered in the high nineties constantly throughout the review and sometimes pegged at 100%. Joe thought to himself, 'I'm screwed, oh well. What the hell, I guess I lose my dreams for a year.' The Man in black heard Joe's thoughts. "No Joe. You will not lose your dreams for a year. You get to keep your dreams. That option disappeared the instant you lied. You are, however, correct in your belief that you will be screwed. Please observe the wall again. Here you see the contract you signed. In accordance with Section 28, paragraph 63, sub 13, part A, B, and D where, the party of the second part, you, having been found guilty of attempted contract fraud against the party of the first part, to wit the Devil, you will immediately pay the Devil, or his duly appointed representative, his dew. "Ha!" Joe exclaimed. "You have an error in your contract. You misspelled the word 'due.' You spelled it D-E-W instead of D-U-E. You can't hold me to an erroneous contract." "Oh yes I can, Joe. The spelling is quite correct. We don't make errors like that. The dew referred to is 'The Devil's Dew' that dripping wetness which is left on the Devil's cock and pubic hair after a satisfying round of sexual activity with a very fine representative of the female gender. It is that "dew" that the Devil desires to have from you and it is that "dew" that you shall pay to him. And I, being his duly appointed representative, am ready to collect 'The Devil's Dew.'" The man's smile sent a cold chill down Joe's back. "But... But, you can't collect that from me?" Joe said. "I want a lawyer! I want to exercise my right to have a lawyer present to represent me." But as he spoke he saw his clothes dematerialise from his body and he found himself standing stark naked in front of the man in black. Then Joe felt a chill spread over his entire body. He could see goose bumps raising the hairs on his arms like static electricity. Then slowly his entire body was enveloped in a swirling pink cloud. The pink cloud shot out tiny crackling bolts of lavender lightening arcing and hitting Joe and making his skin feel like it was crawling, contracting and shifting and then all feelings were gone, he was completely numb. Joe couldn't move a muscle. He was frozen in place, standing there staring at the man through the pink cloud thunderstorm very similar to the blue cloud that had granted him his wish. "This isn't like the 'Miranda Rights', Joe. Here you get one chance and one chance only. If you give up your rights to have a lawyer present then that's all she wrote Dude. You can't make a later request and stop the wheels of justice like you can in a police interrogation. I refer you to Section 69, paragraph 333 sub 26, part A, sub-part 4, 6 and 9 of the contract for definition and explanation of your rights to representation." After a short while the storm subsided, slowly, just as it had come on and Joe stood there. He found the ability to feel was returning to his body and he felt very strange. A sort of prickling sensation all over and an 'out of sorts' feeling like the first time he had a change of body. The realization that something was different but not what was different. 'What had just happened?' Joe wondered. He was afraid to look because on some level Joe had an idea exactly what had just happened and he didn't want to see it. The man smiled what could only be described as a lecherous crooked smile and his eyes took on a lust filled look as he scanned up and down Joe's body. Joe knew the look. He had used it himself many times but he had never had it directed at himself. Then Joe felt some unseen force pushing him backwards. Slowly he stepped back towards his bed. Fear gripped his stomach and chilled his skin. He knew where he was going. As he was slowly and unwillingly backed towards his certain fate Joe wished his feelings were still numb so that he couldn't feel the weight pulling at his shoulder muscles. Wouldn't feel what he now knew was coming. He also wished that he hadn't bought that book and that he had read the contract and he most fervently wished he hadn't tried to cheat the Devil. He felt the bed against the back of his legs and the cool smoothness of the satin sheets against his skin as he first sat and then reclined on the bed. The same bed and the same satin sheets where he had enjoyed so many wonderful conquests during the last thirty days. The same bed and satin sheets where he somehow knew he was now the one that was going to be conquered. The minor lackey moved closer to the bed and his black clothing also dematerialised just as Joe's clothing had only moments before. He sat beside Joe on the bed and his hands reached out and caressed Joe's chest. Joe could feel the hands massaging what could only be breasts, and fair sized breasts at that! Then Joe felt his nipples being rolled and pinched between the man's fingers and thumbs and he also felt the warm glow spread over his body and flow to his groin. The man lowered his head and gently caressed Joe's lips with his own. Joe felt the man's hot tongue push between his lips and into his mouth. He felt it probing inside his mouth and there was a strange sense of pleasure generated throughout his body by the probing. Then the tongue withdrew and kisses were gently placed in a path across his cheek to his ear where the man stopped to nibble on his ear lobe for a moment. Joe could hear the man's heavy breathing and felt the warm breath in his ear and on his neck. He heard a whispered voice speak into his ear, "'Joe' just doesn't suit you anymore. I think 'Joy' sounds better and is far more fitting to the moment. If you just relax Joy you'll get almost as much out of this as I will." With that said, the man's lips and tongue traced another gentle and sensuous path down his neck and across Joe's shoulder to the now aroused breasts and hardened nipples where he stopped and slowly and gently began to lick and suckle the nipples. As he moved from one breast to the other his hand massaged the recently vacated breast and his finger and thumb rolled the erect nipple between them. His other hand slowly caressed Joe's abdomen as it moved ever so slowly and tenderly down, down to the soft curly patch of hair between Joe's legs. The hand moved between Joe's legs and he felt his legs move apart of their own volition to welcome the intruder. He felt the fingers caress his pubic area that was so recently vacated by the male genitalia he had grown up with. He felt familiar but at the same time strange new feelings radiate throughout his body from the slow but deliberate touch and probing of the man's fingers. Joe felt the man's mouth depart from his breast and heard him say, "You truly are a joy. I am going to remember this collection for a long time. You'll see how much better it is if you just go with it, Joy?" Joe didn't want to 'go with it' but his body was betraying him. It was reacting to the man's touching and caressing without regard to the disgust, fear and repulsion that was in Joe's mind. There was an uncontrollable feeling of internal excitement growing and building, moving up through his body like the anticipation and fear in the slow ride up the tracks at the beginning of a roller coaster ride. Up to the peak of the first hill. Where was this ride taking him? What would he find at the end? He was afraid to think about it but couldn't think of much else. Now it felt like a finger was beginning to penetrate his body. He moved his mouth and formed words but the voice he heard wasn't his. The soft, pleading feminine voice that said, "Please, please don't do this to me." did not ring true in his ears and only served to further confirm his fears. And the finger continued its probing entry into what Joe now knew was his newly acquired female organ and it was soon joined by other fingers. He felt the pleasure and sensual excitement between his legs continue to grow and knew the wetness he now began to feel was providing the lubrication that enabled the entry of the fingers. It provided the lubrication for the thumb to massage the area just above the fingers entry point. It was the area that Joe knew was the clitoris. His clitoris. And Joe felt the ride up the tracks suddenly increase in intensity with no hope now of stopping it. He cringed as he noticed that the desire to stop was waning. How long before he did 'go with it?' The peak had to be close now. Joe knew he couldn't take much more of this. The pressure was building and it had to blow up soon. The probing slowed and then stopped as the fingers were removed and joined the thumb in the massage. Faster now. Higher up. The pressure. The pleasure. The man began to move his body closer alongside Joe's. Joe knew he was almost at the peak now. And the man moved on top of Joe and Joe felt the weight on his chest and then the massage started again. Rubbing Joe's clit as their two pelvises met and moved against each other. Stroking between his legs along what had to be the lips of his vaginal opening. Joe's hips rose and fell as they moved with it. The intensity was almost too much. How much more could this body stand? How much more could his mind take? The man's hips moved higher and Joe's tried to follow but couldn't. Then he felt the probing again and then the entry along the well-lubricated path that the fingers had so recently travelled. There was movement into his body and it went further and deeper than the fingers had. It continued to slowly move further up inside Joe until he felt his pelvis again meet that of the man and the massage of Joe's clitoris began again as they moved, pelvis against pelvis. Then the stroking of the man's member in and out. Slowly at first and then building in intensity and speed. Joe's hips began to match and counter the movement as they bucked faster and faster. Joe knew nothing now but the pleasure he felt and the need to reach the peak that was so close. Faster now. Their bucking was grinding rather than massaging. And it came. There was the peak and the release. The flashing points of light that Joe saw burst from the darkness behind his closed eyelids. The explosion that sent waves of pleasure rippling though his body like the waves of an earthquake across the surface of the earth. Never! Never before had Joe felt or experienced a so all- encompassing sensation. No part of his body was left unaffected. The warmth and the glow continued as he rode the roller coaster of female orgasms up and down the ever-decreasing hills. A peak and then a valley followed by another peak and valley. The twisting and the turning beneath the man's hot body as their perspiration flowed on to the satin sheets. And then it was over for the man and he removed himself from Joe and the bed. Joe lay on the bed luxuriating in the afterglow and watched as the man stroked his member and scraped the drops of moisture into a small, ornate bottle. He smiled down at Joe as he inserted the stopper in the bottle and said, "I rarely thank those that try to defraud the Boss but, Joy, in your case I'll make the exception. Thank you. You were the best I have had in more than five centuries and you have the distinct honour of being the first of the twenty-first century. Because of these firsts I have decided to leave you just as you are. I usually turn cheats and frauds into ugly skags and skanks and leave them to walk the streets for the rest of their miserable existence on this planet but you are most certainly an exception. Well, You have paid the 'Devil's Dew' and now I must regrettably take my leave." As the ride came to an end and Joe felt the coldness of reality descend upon him again, along with the ability to move on his own. He shifted his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. He felt the weight move on his chest and looked down to appraise his condition for the first time. What he saw would have given him a hard-on had he still retained the necessary equipment for such an action but what he saw only served to set fear running rampant throughout this body again. He stood up and looked down at what a short time ago had been the perfect male body. There on his chest protruded a fine set of mammary with wisps of golden highlighted chestnut brown hair cascading in gentle waves over them. The slender arms dropping from softly rounded shoulders and tapering to delicate hands with beautifully manicured long rose coloured nails. The flat hard abdomen, the slender waist, and the luscious curves of his hips and thighs as they made their way down two long and shapely legs to his small feet with their toenails that matched the colour of his fingernails. "You...You're not going to leave me like this are you?" Joe stammered and whined. "Aren't you going to change me back to the way I was originally? I mean, you've collected the 'Devil's Dew'." He said as tears welled up in his now pale blue eyes. "Like what?" The man said as his clothes rematerialized. "Like you are now? Of course I am. You are some of my best work. A small perk for me I admit, but I figure that if I have to collect the 'Devil's Dew' I might as well enjoy the collection process to the utmost, and believe me Joy, you were definitely enjoyable to the utmost." "But my friends. What do I say? What do I do?" "Joy has no friends in this city or anywhere else for that matter." "But my family then. My mother. My father. My brother and. Sisters." "Joy is the only child of deceased parents." "But my things and my clothes. All of my stuff." "It all belongs to Joy now and is as if it always has." The man said as his black clothing finished their rematerialization. "But enough of the 'buts.' You are Joy now. Joe never existed other than in your memories." Joe felt a cold chill cover his body as he turned and caught his reflection in the glass of the bedroom mirror. "Ooooooh Noooooooo!" Joe screamed, "Please, no! Don't do this to me. Please change me back. I'll do anything. Anything you ask." "Be careful what you say Joy. 'Anything' covers a wide territory. Its impulsiveness like that which put you where you are now. Besides I have to go now. I have places to see and people to do. Enjoy your new life, Joy" The man said as he waved his hand and there was a slight waviness effect like ripples of water in the air as the minor lackey faded from view, sans black smoke, and left Joy to her new life. She stood in front of the mirror and a small twitch of a smile could be seen on her beautiful lips as they were reflected back at her in the mirror. Her eyes moved up and down the reflection of a very well proportioned young twenty some year old brunette and she thought to herself, 'Well, if this is how it has to be. It could be a lot worse. I could be back to what I was originally. I think I need a shower. No, I think I need a nice bath and time to relax and do a lot of thinking and planning. I wonder if this body is irresistible like the male one was? This just might be fun. It's just the other side of the same coin.' Epilogue: As Joy headed for the bathroom a very old book faded from the shelf in her living room. At a bookstore in town a book was returned to the shelf and the proprietor of "Reincarnated Books" smiled. "There are many more wishes left in that old book." She thought The Devil's Dew (c) 1/26/2001, Persephone