The New Guardian. Giselle sat sulking in the Guardian Angel’s Office, feeling morose about losing her job. But nothing could be done now. She had to...prove herself to get back. She was startled out of her reverie when she heard Glenda call her name. ‘Here is your halo,’ said Glenda, handing it over, ‘and this is the Guardian Angel’s Manual. Scott Williams is your assignment. You’ll be taking over from Fiona, and you’d better get going immediately because news is just in that he needs help.’. I knew with experience that this will come out to be juicy tender chicken which will melt in my mouth the moment I put it in. Then I thought to put a warm bath to fill the time till the chicken is done. The bath tub was comfortable to lie down and enjoy reading books. On the book self in the bathroom, I picked up Naked. Nice, I thought. With Vodka in one hand and Naked in other, I immersed myself in the lukewarm water. Just a clear lukewarm water without any kind of soap. Sensation of warm. .. exciting! Do you remember, Darling?" I remember thinking that we were going to shake the pictures off the wall," I laughed, but she was already changing the subject."How should I dress?" It doesn't matter. It's your party. Dress as you like." No," she said, emphatically. "It's your party, too, and I want you to tell me how I should look." Okay, I'd like to see you keep the teenage boy look. You'll need a silk blouse, either red or white, no bra and a short skirt to show off your sexy legs.". I sat next to her, and she leaned close to me, resting her hand on my upper thigh."I'm going to fuck you," she whispered sensually into my ear, and squeezing my leg, I considered the statement before facing her.Shocked, but flattered and smiling, I said, "What makes you think that? You don't know who I am, let alone if I'm of legal age." We're in a bar, love. You must be at least twenty-one, unless, gasp! You're..." she leaned in to whisper sarcastically, "sporting a fake I.D!" Alright, you.