” He smiled reassuringly, though he made no move to brush her hand away. “Good book?” He nodded at the discarded erotic novel. The angel grinned...mischievously and shrugged. “Ah, not bad, I guess. Makes up for the lack of male presence in my life, at any rate.” Lack of male presence, eh? Cupid thought to himself. Well, maybe I could help you out with that. “I’m Florence.” The angel said and she took her hand off his arm to place it in his as they shook. Her hand was small and warm and Cupid. “The chase has failed”.“Cardinal”, one of the Bishops, a golden eyes woman whose only her white face shown, restlessly. “Without the Galactic Communicator how are we suppose-”“Return to the Grand Abode”. Archbishop Silternja cut her mid speech. Signs of lassitude were prominent on his face and the manner he carried himself once he returned to his old man form. He turned to the direction of Onzengvas city and when his eyes concentrated on the horizon, the expression in them emitted menacing. I’m not sure but her callous disregard for others and lack of shame or remorse make me think she might be a sociopath. Weird. I went into the campus bookstore with her, and paid seven dollars with my Royal Bank of Canada debit card in order to buy the purple bus tickets for her. She thanked me, then asked me to go to the bus stop with her. While we walked there, her bus left. She seemed disappointed, and at this point I wanted to return to the library. Still, I had one more thing in mind. I. “Lay him down and bind his hands sub one, he must be trained yet.” Bret felt his shoulders as they were pushed to the floor and then his hands bound together with some soft fabric, tightly enough that he couldn’t move them apart. He heard a giggle from sub one as she, surely it was a female voice he heard, took stock of his man tool, Bret had long since realized that having a big cock had its own advantages, though not all women really liked being speared with all ten inches of meat, most.