He stood and moved to the line and proceeded to wait. When he made it to the head of the line he heard, "Name please" said a seemingly bored St. Peter...Charles Darwin Adams" said Chuck."Hmm, nope not on the list, sorry." What?!" "I'm dead, how can I not be on the list?" right then another angel came over and spoke into St. Peter's ear."Sir you are going to have to follow this gentleman and speak to the big guy about this little mix up." Chuck Adams" Yes Sir" Oh please call me God." Ok so what is. She took a drag on her cigarette and exhaled with a sigh. “I think my husband is cheating on me and I need you to find out if that’s the case.” It all came out in a rush as though if she said it quickly, it wouldn’t be true. I said, “I’m sorry to hear that. The man must be an idiot.” She smiled reflexively, there was no warmth in her smile. She was a beautiful moll and she knew it. I’m sure men complimented her all the time. Her skin was creamy and perfect. There was not a wrinkle on her face,. But she was enslaved now just like the girl she’d rushed in to save.She put her car away in the garage of her little semi-detached house on the estate, that she was just about managing to keep up the mortgage repayments on. At least Geoff had been decent enough to just clear off and leave her with it, since it was her parents who’d come up with the deposit.She’d been a bit lonely since he’d gone, she had to admit, even though it had been a relief. None of the other teachers at her fairly small. I had to have her. One day perhaps.Tonight, being very late, the garage was virtually empty, but I could see her car parked on the far side next to a large pillar. Looking around, I saw no-one. There was no sound apart from the echoing sound of traffic outside. Many of the strip lights were out, leaving pools of darkness. An idea formed.Wandering across, I looked at her car. How long would she be? Would she be down at all? Perhaps she'd gone out with friends and was going home by taxi, or maybe.