," etc.There was a flurry of media excitement over the final list, but twenty four people is too many to make Good TV, and every one of them said that...they hadn't heard from Archangel Michael or the new angel. After a couple of days of being pains in Mom's and Dad's butts, the media attention faded away. The new angel didn't appear in public or send any more emails, so that got to be old news. It didn't take long for almost everyone to decide that the whole thing had been some sort of weird. His boss asked him what the problem was and when he told him he laughed. All he would say was "Welcome to the club boy."After he got back to New York he once again checked with all of Cynthia's friends he could find. Some of them looked like or said they were sorry but none of them seemed too worried about Cynthia. Many of them would not look him in the face when he talked to them and many looked guilty when he saw them in person. He even called her employer and was told they were sorry but. They're designed to makeyou appear to be an inhabitant of this time zone in every possible way,down to the point where even magic cannot detect you as a timehopper." I thought you said that your operations have been disrupted a lot inthe past," the night elf said sceptically as she turned the skin over tolook at the long open seam running from nape to buttocks."Oh. Well yes, the Infinite Dragonflight know pretty much everything weknow. They can disrupt our special magic as well. But I can't. "I would, but I was only able to get away from the wife for a few hours,she'll expect me home soon. Sorry", he muttered.The bastard! I'd travelled over sixty miles and paid for the room justfor a two hour quicky! "Well how long have you got?" I asked. "Oh, about an hour", he said."Oh you idiot!" I cried. "We could've made it for another day couldn'twe? Now what'll we do?" "Well, do you remember I said in my email, that I'd like you to fuck me?Well, would you, please!? Maybe that'd turn me.