He presented me with the gift calling it a good luck charm. Good luck, indeed. I would paint my nails for him and do whatever he pleased. All for him. He was beautiful and kind and he liked me. That's the devil for you. Now I'm weary of those who tell you a thing can protect you. A gun, a whip, a knife, a can of mace. If they want to get you, they will. All you can do is be good and be careful whom you choose to serve. Because the devil enjoys acting the part of an angel.