As I got to the top of the stairs, I noticed a light on and some low talking (was that a moan?) from the master bedroom. Some more moaning and the ve...y clear sound of skin in skin contact for my attention. I guess Brian forgot that I was staying in the guest room and had company. I could hear another voice as well, but couldn't hear what was said followed by another series of moans. Damn! I was getting slightly aroused from hearing this. I quietly opened the door to my room and started. He was banished from her life; she was alone again. From that day on her mother picked her up at school. She needn't have worried, after her mother's performance everyone steered clear of her.The summer of her sixteenth birthday her father died; a beaten man. She knew his heart had died years ago, her mother had killed it. Standing by his coffin she looked at his face, her eyes dry... no tears came. She realized she had no love left for this man, he let it happen. He let Mother abuse her all. Fell."I had had ... so many plans. And so many things I had never done ..."I know."I looked up. "You can read my mind?" Sure. Haven't you guessed who I am, yet?" Well, if I'm dead ... Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed.She burst into delightful peals of laughter. "No ... there's a slightgender difference there, and one heck of a difference in status. He's theson of God, and I'm just an angel -- he's male, I'm neuter. As are mostangels. I just chose this look to work best with you." And ... you're. It was the skirt. I threw it to the floor and continued, trying to ignore the tight feeling in my hips as orgasm approached."Come on, Baby," she moaned. "Let me hear that high sexy voice of yours screaming when you cum." I began screaming, not really hearing what she'd said or noticing how high my voice was.She stopped me before I could cum, and told me to get rid of her high heels. I pulled them off her feet, and thrust myself inside her. My knees were on the bed, my feet hanging off behind.