”“How do we know she hadn’t already become mortal like that poor Indian angel? And none of my angel wives have suffered that fate.”“We don�...t know that for certain.”“You would have died when you jumped out of that van in Vegas,” I pointed out. “At least scraped to shit.”“Maybe it’s gradual.”“I remember Nick saying she developed a cold early in the pregnancy. And whatever I am, a mortal with strong seed, enough to impregnate three angels with possibly a new set of eternal wanderers, perhaps with. He asked if i couldnt wait until morning, i told him no, and he said he would come over right away. I got ready to make my pounce. Sliiped into an even more kinkier outfit, where my tits were hanging out of what was suppose to be a bra, remember my edible panties and slipped those on too. 10 minutes later i heard a knocking on the door, i positioned myself on the couch, spread open my legs, and yelled out for him to come in. The look on his face when he entered was priceless. He looked shocked,. ..The voice, talking to me, a hand in my face, slapping,fuck! Someone is beating me. The dream, the tits, the bigtits. Oh yeah! I must have fainted, and dreamed. The voicekeeps sounding, I try to open my eyes, my head aches. Ifaint other times, and is always like this, the voice, Ican hear, is saying:"Sheila, Sheila, wake up!"Sheila, who the fuck is Sheila? Oh no! The tits, the bigtits, now this. Now I don't want to open my eyes. But now Ican. The face, an angel face, I die, wait! I know her,. The tall guy’s head was on a swivel alert for an attack.I never really cared much for Tomkins. He was a braggart, a loud mouth and very much a womanizer, but as it turned out the gods had chosen the two of them so who was I to argue with fate.I motioned for them to sit across from me. Before I could speak Tomkins mouth flew open and spouted.“If this is about that whore wife of yours, well...” I thought Greg was going to slap him.“Shut your fucking mouth Tommy.” Tommy shut up and sat beside his.