Strolling through the park one day, I saw a beautiful redhead sitting on a bench, looking incredibly morose. Now, normally, in the presence of such beauty, I would have fired up my Game, but her mournful countenance banished such thoughts from my mind.
"Darlin', what's the matter?" I asked. "What could possibly make you look so down?"
"You see that cliff over there?" she replied. "I rappelled down it, one-handed, carrying an injured climber with the other hand and got us both down safely. Do they call me, 'Angel the Mountaineer?' No, they don't.
"And that shooting range thataway? I taught many a frightened woman to protect themselves from stalkers, rapists and evil exes. Do they call me, 'Angel the Defender?' No, of course not.
"And those two beautiful girls playing in the park? They're autistic. I raised them, loved them, and did whatever I had to, to keep them safe and help them navigate a confusing and frightening world. Do they call me 'Angel, the Mother?' Hell, no.
Wraith, you're absolutely correct. I do NOT eat them, I keep them in a silver filigree box in my lingerie drawer; however, I do occasionally take them out and play with them.
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Strolling through the park one day, I saw a beautiful redhead sitting on a bench, looking incredibly morose. Now, normally, in the presence of such beauty, I would have fired up my Game, but her mournful countenance banished such thoughts from my mind.
"Darlin', what's the matter?" I asked. "What could possibly make you look so down?"
"You see that cliff over there?" she replied. "I rappelled down it, one-handed, carrying an injured climber with the other hand and got us both down safely. Do they call me, 'Angel the Mountaineer?' No, they don't.
"And that shooting range thataway? I taught many a frightened woman to protect themselves from stalkers, rapists and evil exes. Do they call me, 'Angel the Defender?' No, of course not.
"And those two beautiful girls playing in the park? They're autistic. I raised them, loved them, and did whatever I had to, to keep them safe and help them navigate a confusing and frightening world. Do they call me 'Angel, the Mother?' Hell, no.
"But you eat ONE SOUL...!!"
Oh man!
I love this!
Thank you, Wraith. :-)
(Pointing to the top) Post of the day, W!
Just ONE, Wraith? :-)
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Leigh, ANGEL HAS NEVER EVER EATEN ANYONE'S SOUL. EVER!
(Did I do good, Mistress Angel? Please don't hurt me any more...at least not in the bad way...!)
Wraith, you're absolutely correct. I do NOT eat them, I keep them in a silver filigree box in my lingerie drawer; however, I do occasionally take them out and play with them.
And why does everyone think I'm a Domme?!
And why does everyone think I'm a Domme?!
Because you are. At least until you find a worthy Master.
(FYI, I know whereof I speak.)
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