Has that scar completely healed?"He grinned slightly ... a testament to how much time had passed. "No Master," he said.I smiled back at him ... it was...interesting having a human as a friend."Continue Jon," I said."Well Master, Aethlings are remarkably similar to Angels proper. Their powers are of the same magnitude, but cannot be used as frequently ... also, burying an Aethling will not kill it ... but it will make it uncomfortable ... unless of course they starve ... then they'll die."That was. I lifted off a few of the more boring items, any outerwear I wasn’t concerned with today. I wanted to find the real treasure, and it didn’t take long. There they were, just buried under a couple of jumpers, one of my favourite of Grace’s panties. Thongs have to be my favourite and this one was black lace. I had seen it on her washing line a few times but when I saw it this time I knew for sure it wasn’t clean! I could already smell the gorgeous musky scent off all her combined dirty washing,. Turning to my dresser, I opened the top drawer and took out apair of footlets and a shoehorn I had purchased the previous weekend.Carefully, I tucked them under the dress and next to the shoes. Next wasan item I would surprise Mike with, a little payback for the hard time hehad given me in the lead up to our last dress up session, and after. Ithen decided that a little bling was in order, and my jewelry box wasjust the place to find it. I selected a wide, faux diamond choker thatwould do an. There just inside the door in the corner was a fullyequipped office desk with my name plate on it. “See how much space you have?.” I gave him an incredulous look. I soon regainedenough mental composure to speak to him.“Mr. B-Benson. S-Surely you are joking sir. I-I couldn’tsit.” “You need this job don’t you Peter?” “W-Well y-yes sir. I-I do.” “Then this is where you’ll sit!” He said curtly.There was a sternness.