.. well, as much as I can. She killed Ray Hawkins.I can’t even begin to say how thankful I am. That’s twice in two months I’ve stared down the b...arrel of a gun. That’s twice too often.I wanted to get something for Angel but had no idea what. The girl either has or could get anything she wanted. The shops here sell everything from Givenchy to Valhrona. I decided to keep it simple. Then we headed for the Eurostar to Amsterdam.We got a decent connection a Schiphol Airport. I sent a text to Jordan. While Mistress was away at Blossom meetings and corporate events, he spent most of the day cleaning her home and performing whatever other tasks she demanded of him.Inevitably, his bodysuit got dirty from doing chores; not to mention the cum stains from by his well hung Goddess. She'd made it clear that his attire was to be shiny and spotless every day when she returned, or he would be punished severely.He inspected himself in the mirror, still in disbelief at what he'd become. His body took on. She’s smart, but not the best writer. Soon she gave me guidelines and research projects and had me create the proposals from scratch. Sort of reversing our jobs, with her doing the editing.”“I bet you could get a job here doing the same thing. Like for a non-profit, or even some politician.”“Like a secretary?”“An executive secretary who actually is trusted to improve things for her boss.”He chuckled. “A gender specific job.”“Like a nurse,” she agreed. “A guy can’t get past being called a male. Oh, poor baby! She hugged him to her chest and Mumble nestled himself into the cleft of her boobs. Even penguins loved tits. Hey, she blurted. Yeah? I turned around and sat on the floor with her. You have any more paste? Im kinda bored without any designs on my hands. Tao was asking me for a henna tattoo, which I had been doing since I was 11. Any thing that had to do with ink on skin, metal in skin, or some type of body art, I was in love. The first time I put some paste on Tao, she fell in.