I trembled as the growling in the dark started

I trembled as the growling in the dark started to fill the large catacombs I found myself in. It was too late. Hell was empty... and all the devils were here.

So silent were the devils that I could hear my own heartbeat.Suddenly footsteps came from behind me, and I turned to see a middle-aged woman, with only small black horns to show

me. "No no, take them back, I wanted to see LARGE black horns." I could hear the previously silent devils snickering as the middle aged woman tspun around and went back to the

counter, getting out her nail file and altering the 'large' black horns even further. Having, finished with them, she sat a pile of black filings on the counter. She grinned.

"How far will this take me," she asked with a wink. The greyhound ticket agent counted the pile of filings laid before him then with a twirl of his pencil thin mustache he replied

in the middle of the Grey Diamond Desert in the middle of the night. She walked and walked, and eventually saw the light of a diner, and felt the greenery of the woods beyond. She

decided to turn back around, and marched right back into the sweltering heat of the desert. She had realized that if she was going to live she was going to live without a crutch.

Mr. Camel and family came over and asked if she needed a ride. They took her home and left their business cards. Mrs. Camel invited her for dinner the next night and she accepted.

When everyone was seated in the dining area, Camel Jr. made a faux pas. "Junior! No spitting at the table," Mrs. Camel said, but let it go because it was Hump Day after all.