"Damian, I dream of my future with you. I want to play the piano. Paint. Write. Cook. Travel. And make love. Making love will definitely be a big part...of my future. All these things, I want to do with you." You do not know how long I have dreamed about having a love to share these things with me. You do not know, Annabelle." Let's enjoy each day, Damian. For none of us, angels or mortals, know for sure what tomorrow will bring. I look forward to us finding out together."With those words, he. I looked through the album and noticed a photo of my wife. She was standing next to one if her female friends giving the camera a smoke. I flicked across to the next picture and it was if her with one if her male colleagues standing with his arm around her facing the camera. I thought nothing of it but did notice that instead of looking at the camera like she was he was looking straight down her top. Who could blame him. At 36DD he wouldn't have been human if he hadn't of noticed.I flicked to. “I thought keeping all of our fun confined to the room downstairs would make it easier for you to compartmentalize and help you feel safe. But you resisted too much, so here we are.”Ian seemed to shut down like he had in the dining nook, but Silas ignored it this time. He worked Ian’s slacks open, only met with weak resistance from Ian’s hand, but he pinned them both over Ian’s head with one of his own hands.Ian’s squirms made sliding his slacks down a bit difficult, but Silas’s member pulsed. I am supposed to heal people.”“What is that on your eye?”“That, and these other things, are just tools, nothing more. They aid me in my work.”“What is that work, exactly?”Margaret sighed. “I will tell you what I can, but can we talk in the house? It’s getting colder out here.”“Yes, of course.”She gathered her strange tools, and did something so they would stop glowing. She stored them in a trunk, and then covered it with a large, heavy canvas cloth that might once have been part of a ship’s.