She’d been very quiet, as opposed to her usual extrovert self, and it was worrying. Slowly, he had coaxed out the story that her long-term boyfrien...d had found someone else and she was devastated. For some reason this had led him to ask her out to the cinema to make her feel better. Even more surprisingly, she’d gratefully agreed. Rubbing his brown eyes sleepily, Adrian wondered what he had gotten himself into, involving himself with an emotionally damaged young woman… —— Helen flicked her. She examined her face. She knew she was pretty, maybe even beautiful, and looked much younger than her 28 years. She touched her breasts, and traced around her nipples. They immediately got hard. Her hands trailed down to her softly rounded, flat tummy. It was a miracle she wasn't pregnant. She wondered what it would be like to be pregnant. She turned so she could see her slim profile. She loved skin against skin. She thanked god none of her one-night stands had gotten her pregnant.Jen's gaze. " I guess there isn't any way for me to convince you then, not if you're so bound and determined to believe that I am an angel. Promise me that you won't try to do anything to prove to yourself that I really am an angel though, like putting yourself in danger in order to see if I can rescue you, because I can't." I wouldn't expect you to be able to perform rescues. For those, I rely on Superman." She actually had a twinkle in her eyes after she said that. It was almost the first sign of a sense. “What?” She looked over at him.“Whatever’s bothering you right now,” he said.“Nothing’s bothering me,” she said, but there was no heat in her voice then either.“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, and then left.He went to the little table in the hallway where a pad of paper was beside the phone. One piece of paper just said “Misty” and listed a phone number. The other said “Erica Bradford” and had a local number below that. He remembered Ted’s discussion about the woman from that morning.He picked.