Chapter 1. A Fallen Angel. ‘He’s really angry you know,’ Hera informed Giselle. ‘You really messed up this time.’ ‘I know,’ Giselle said...miserably. ‘But they loved each other and, well…’ Before Hera could say anything, the bell hanging over her desk chimed twice, signaling that Cupid was ready to see Giselle. Giselle shot a nervous glance at Hera and slowly began walking towards the door. ‘Giselle,’ Hera called out, wishing to soothe the nervous angel before she walked into Cupid’s room.. She walks around me in a circle, poking and prodding with her ruler. Out of nowhere she smacked my ass and I yelped in surprise. "Be quiet! I didn't ask you to speak!" she said angrily. I nodded meekly and she continued her circle. She finally made it all round and she stood in front of me. "Nice body slave. I'm sure we will find many uses for it" I gulped and thanked her. She spun around, swept everything off her desk, and then shimmied out of her skirt. I just stared in awe. Next she slid her. "Hey, where are you going?" I said. "I'm going to the shop to buy some snacks, we can watch a movie instead." She smiled. I watched her walk out of the living room. I waited until I heard the front door open and close before I sprawled out onto the sofa again. As I was alone in the house I took this opportunity to strip down. I slipped off my skirt and fully unbuttoned my shirt. The air felt slightly cooler against my exposed flesh. I slowly pulled down my bra to a point just before my nipples. ”It was settled. They were going to Bridgeport. Now all they had to do was to find some goods.Nathaniel looked at them and asked, “Do you know how a caravan works?”Donald and Isabella looked at each other.“Well, we assumed that you would have several merchants along, who you charged a fee to escort them to their destination.”“For the most part you are right. Some are made up like this, others are wholly owned by the caravan master. He is the merchant and everything is his. Most are a mixture. I.