"Welcome, my brothers and sisters, to Satan's Black Mass." Tom's voice was back to normal, but his sinister grin and sparkling eyes sent a chill up the backs of everyone that knew him. They knew he was capable of dreaming up sordid games, having seen him in action before, and that grin was always the tip-off.

"Let's all bow our heads and pray to the Angel of Evil… our beloved Satan…"

The cadence was familiar, but the words seemed to be jibberish. Only Charles Krauss recognized what Tom was doing… saying the Lord's Prayer with the words backward! At the conclusion Charles surprised himself, as well as the others by saying aloud and in unison with Tom: "Nema."

"We are gathered here tonight to dedicate ourselves to Satan. We will make our offerings and sacrifices to become his faithful servants."

From under the lectern he produced an object draped in black cloth, then proceeded to ceremoniously remove and fold the cloth. The exposed chalice strongly resembled the bowling trophy from the display window next door. He lifted it high and announced: "This is the blood of the sacrificed, virgin, oh Satan. Whosoever drinks from this cup shall be purged from all cleanliness of mind and soul, becoming your faithful follower."

He lifted the cup with both hands and drank. A problem presented itself; every time both hands were out of the cape, his body was exposed! Behind the lectern no one could see, but he certainly didn't want to expose himself to the gins too soon and possibly lose his grip on the ceremony. He stalled for a few moments, pretending to be taking a big drink, and decided he'd have to get someone else to help him serve the congregation.

"Sister Margaret… please approach the altar." When she was by his side he took the chalice with one hand and presented it to her. His eyes widened as she took the heavy cup with both hands, revealing large, tight-nippled breasts, a fat stomach and dark shadows. No detail at all in the shadows, he realized.