I don’t care if they make me look like a librarian because that’s a that’s exactly what I am. A tall black man in a dark gray suit. This is what...I look like. I don’t have glowing red eyes, or horns, or wings or a tail. I’m just me, you see. My father Haguel was a fallen archangel. My mother Rita LaRoche was half human and half demon. I’ve never been to Heaven or Hell. I’ve lived on Earth my entire life. I hold a Master’s degree in Library Science from Boston College. Class of 1979. And I’m. . we’re proud of what we do. I’m proud of what ya did with me.”Ariel shook her head.Hulda again met Ariel’s eyes. “I joined because it’s a job. A job I’m good at. Are ya gonna try an tell me I don’t get to do that?”“No, but—”“But nothing. Ya said you respected me. Want to be like me.”“Yes, but I didn’t know.”“Didn’t know that life’s hard? Didn’t know that ephemerals ain’t gonna be around forever? Didn’t know that sometimes it ain’t easy for us?”“But...”“Ma! Can ya come here an help me pound it. I felt like a girl in candy store. My God look at this. All just for me!!There was my Rick with his shaft hard and pointing straight out. I knew that body well, it had given me many hours of pleasure; from his lips and tongue driving me to one orgasm after another, to his cock giving me such wonderful pleasure as it entered slowly inside my body. Spreading me so wonderfully as he went deep inside me.Then there was Greg: very handsome and athletic. He was about 5'10 with wonderfully shaped. Tim Tudor, same age, same class in school, sparked her and was successful. Madly in love, they were married when Tim and Beauty turned eighteen. They moved in with his parents on the family farm.Buck and Tim were friends--sort of. They were always trying to one up each other and were able to do this on occasion. It started when Tim swapped a jackknife to Buck that was supposedly the finest knife ever made. Maybe it was at one time but at the time the swap was made it had a broken blade. A coon.