"Fuck it! I don't have time to go through Satan's seminary. Just sit back and enjoy the fun. Stop worrying about the services and start thinking about getting the broad you want."

Jay and Ed agreed with Tom. Charles went back to thinking about his other problem; getting laid. He considered himself a virgin, since Kay was the only one he ever fucked and she didn't count because she was his sister. At the party he found himself so engrossed in what the others were doing he didn't get any for himself. Although, he recalled, he did come, watching Jay jam it into his sister, and again when he saw Tom and Cynthia in the sixty-nine position. But he wanted his own experience at the next party and had been making plans all week on how to go about it.

The second Black Mass was entered in the same manner as the first, only this time everyone was anxious to get started and not nearly as nervous. The three bells beckoned at eight-thirty and they filed into the dark store. The "casket" wasn't replaced after Hans and Margaret collapsed it; just the lectern, the two black candles and Tom Dunn were visible.

When the room became silent, Tom started the ritual as before: "Welcome, my brother and sisters, to Satan's Black Mass…" He sounded more relaxed, a bit more sinister. "Let's all bow our heads and pray to the Angel of Evil… our beloved Satan."

"Ruo rebtaf, ohw…" he chanted in a crisp, more practiced voice, obviously continuing his own version in defiance of Charles' suggestion. Once again he went through the ritual with the chalice, Margaret Leche giving him assistance. Then he returned to the lectern and gave a little sermon about how pleased they had all made Satan at the last mass. And their continued obedience would be rewarded. He switched on the blue and red spotlights, which were focused on a low platform at the foot of the lectern.

"Now I call the Devil's Virgin…" Tom announced.