I had spent a lot of time pouring over those wanted posters I had picked up and I had most of them memorized. The guy that just walked in was worth $5...0 if I could deliver him, dead or alive, to a judge only forty miles away. This one was wanted for the murder of a rich merchant during a robbery. He had been convicted, already, so I only had to deliver him for the hanging. Now, if I could just convince him to cooperate. His name was Josia Phillips, and he didn't look like he would take easy to. ”Before he could go on, she passed out once more.When she came too, the doctor sat down with them and spoke with a calm reassuring voice, “Deana, its normal for pregnant women to pass out.”He looked over the paperwork then said, “From the date of your last cycle, and the lab work, I’d say you’re about fourteen weeks along.”Deana wanted to shout, because she knew that the baby in no way was Phred’s. They spent the next few minutes discussing the details of prenatal care On the way home, Deana. “That I can. I just don’t do it all the time, but yes, as an angel, I can read any mortal mind easily. Angels, demons, and Gods are another matter,” Robert replied as he finished reading Prissy’s mind and then told Azrael, “She’s a flat-out, wholehearted lesbian, this one. Not a touch of hetero to her. Not merely queer or bi like Monica here.”“Alright, then. Prissy, you have a choice to make, in that case. You can remain a lesbian, in which case, I will simply grow a cock again and impregnate. Sissygirl’s cock stiffened in her panties as other males ogled her as she walked to The Saint; she felt so perfectly feminine and enjoyed the view of her reflection in the plate glass windows.The place wasn’t at all rowdy that night thankfully, and she strutted in confidently. There he was waiting for her as he said he would; his face beamed and the men and gurls he was with whistled their appreciation at the approaching sissy. His cock stiffened immediately as he viewed the gurl he wanted so.