"But it felt so, well, blatant, arrogant even, to just anticipate that what we did last night would happen." What?" Jennie said. "Even after I practic...lly stripped for you on Thursday at the office?" Bear with me, I'm an old-fashioned guy!" George laughed."I will bear with you - and bear your children - that's nice and old-fashioned, isn't it?" Jennie said and dropped her towel. "Have we got time for another practise run?" Not really," George said while at the same time removing his towel to. And Heaven's rules held her back.“Rebellion!” roared Uriel, her superior. The Archangel's nimbus of light flickered and pulsed with violent reds. “You throw your cause with the demons?”“No. I will never be one of them. I will be what Heaven should have always aspired to be—crusaders. I will drive back the darkness from the world.”“By adding more darkness to it?” Uriel moved towards her. “You think you can fight Hell with its own tools and be victorious?”“I will be victorious because I will not. It showed just how much she has been working on her figure. He watched her for a moment, enjoying the animated and happy look on her face as she chatted with her friends. Her hair was styled differently and a little shorter than usual.He hadn't seen Cassie in almost a year, but he knew her instantly. Her red hair was darker than he remembered. She wore a black slinky dress that showed her lithe figure and small breasts to great advantage. Through Stephanie, he knew that the size of her chest. But the influx of so many financial service types with cash burning holes in their pockets had changed all that. The cab took me back to Old Street and my office. I sat at my desk and stared into nothing. Nothing is what my life promised to be from now on. In that future, like an automaton I would take the train in the morning, my fellow passengers knowing nothing, nor caring of the bitter pain that I carried with me every day. I would come to this office and place figures in the right columns.