She’d been a stealth urinal girl all her life. She simply hadn’t known it.After that, nothing was the same. The doctor told her she’d inform Sam...ntha’s employer and scheduled her for three weeks of therapy and training to acclimate her to her new life.Something must have subtly changed about Samantha’s demeanor after that, because on her way home, sitting on the subway, feeling numb and still reeling from the shock, a man approached her, unzipped, and pissed all over her face, blouse and jeans. "Yeah, but it's going to be worth it when I win. The woman was abused, finally fought back, and something bad happened. Sometimes things happen that way. You swing at someone one too many times, and eventually they'll throw a punch back. I grew up in the Hood, so I saw a lot of that stuff growing up." I silenced myself because I didn't mean to get this personal with her, but Desiree was so easy-going that I couldn't help it. Her gaze never left me since I recited Cold Day. I had her undivided. Every few months, God has this little game where he has one of us female angels challenge a mortal to a game, in the which if they win, they get special powers and the angel as their personal slave", she told him, and he was shocked. Was he picked for this game? Could he get, his lovely woman, Portia, as his slave?"I can read your mind, and it won't be that simple. You need to win at the game, something no other man has achieved", she told him, and he felt his hopes crash through the floor. But. She turned and went over and crawled on the bed and laid down. I could hear quietly crying.I got up and went over to her. I sat on the bed, wondering what to say. "I guess I can't imagine what this must be like for you after what he was giving you."As she lay there, I doubt it dawned on her that sentence was coming from her husband's mouth.Her crying slowed. She wiped her eyes. She was facing away from me. Laying there in that super short skirt. Even now, her perfect legs were just laying.