"Swallow it down pansy, you can't disappoint your new boyfriend!"I gulped and the thick goo slid awkwardly down my throat in a lump, like drinking a r...w egg. As I struggled not to heave, I was aware that Mike was now behind me, and had obviously got excited again watching me eat out my girlfriend after he had just taken her. "Stick your ass up higher Pussy." he demanded. "I wanna finish you off properly so Kelly will always remember what a pansy ass, faggot you really are."As I raised my ass. His hair, once dark, was now a golden blonde, his eyes the blue of the sky on a clear spring day. He seemed to be lit from within, a bright white pureness that glowed around them, leaving Matt and Bria in his warmth and goodness."Father Joseph?" Bria gasped, remembering how she'd propositioned him when she thought him a man. "Oh, I'm so going to hell." My real name is Josiah," the angel said, turning his head to smile back at the two kids. "I was flattered, Bria." Flattered by what?" Matt. “Gussa hai tu mujhse?”, I said with a smile, the bouquet in hand.Her eyes, as big as walnuts, she looked at me in shock and excitement!“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”“Surprise!”, I said, offering her the bouquet of roses.She took it and came in for a hug, beaming with excitement.“Seriously, how are you over here?”, she could not believe herself.I was still lost in her sweet perfume, but I managed to answer with a soft smile, “I wanted to surprise you, and say I’m sorry.”She laughed, “You’re too. At 32, Melanie had a nice career as a travel agency manager, and she thought that she knew everything about life. She thought that she was on the verge of finding a great husband to placate her and make her friends green with envy. She had no concept of what awaited her in the near future. Her son, her only offspring in the years of her entire life, was about to smash her narcissistic plans. He was one man who would not bow to her.Armand's Bistro, Long Island, New York, 7:30 PM:Melanie Hatch.