He sat on the toilet flicking through a magazine. It was a weekly publication of slaves for auction, with their photos, details and price guides. He f...olded down the corner of the pages of those that interested him, to discuss with Carrie later.He glanced downwards. He was wearing just his white towelling robe, hanging open, and his favourite pair of old comfy slippers. His chest was broad, his abdomen hard, his legs slim and muscled. He was proud of his body.Between his thighs a new Asian slave. " Thirty percent? But I was certain he had no chance and I didn't want him to suffer anymore."The older angel sighed, "Jothan, you must wait until there is absolutely no hope before removing the soul, despite any suffering it might cause."Dan had been watching the exchange still very disorientated by recent events. "Are you telling me I should still be alive? You've got to put me back now!" I'm sorry Mr Sandford, your body has already ceased to live, we can't put you back." The angel though for. “Mmm, I can see that is a yes then, but I think you might like to see the real thing even more.”“Ellie, you are a very lovely lady,” Frank said hoarsely, “and your pictures were beautiful, and very arousing, and I am very grateful and touched by your thoughtfulness; but are you absolutely sure about this? I have known you almost the whole of your married life, and I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt either of you.”Ellie stood up and facing him, she lifted the front of her skirt above her. A view of the lake we were told, but dark out now. We'd see in the morning. "Soon baby, really soon." he replied. "Not good enough baby." I said as I took a sip of my bourbon. "These plastic cups don't do my bourbon justice sweetheart." I walked to him, leaned over him and started unbuttoning his shirt. He put his hands on my thighs, rubbing softly. With each button I exposed a little more of the blonde hair that covered his tanned chest, and with the last button I opened it to expose his.