I've known angel for many years. Almost to many to recall the exact number. I do remember however that she was rather shy, but more than willing to come out of her shell with a bit of coaxing. Her eccentricities always intrigued me, and her sense of fashion was often a bright point in my evening. She was fun, and had a quick smile. It's what drew me to her. I often fantasized about the time I could have spent with her, but she was taken and so was I. Eventually I disappeared off to the Service, and had to leave my angel behind. Thankfully our friendship was well in place, and I saw her as often as I could when I made it home on leave.
I'm not sure when it was that I slipped away again, but eventually I returned to seeing my angel, and it tested my self control greatly. She had a fiance, and I a girlfriend that I was attempting to be faithful to. I worked with her fiance, and on a few occasions had to stay at their house because it was such a long drive from my house to work. It really brought out a certain side of me watching her tend to my needs, and attempt to be the happy home maker.
The part it brought out was the territorial, dominant, and very curious side. I'd missed feeling in control, and I'd missed knowing what it meant to be served. The woman I was so dedicated to was beautiful in her own right, but I quickly discovered that she was not the answer to the question. It was my angel that provided that, and she did so with great style and grace.
I'll be touching on this again later, but for now my bed beckons to me. It and I have been parted far to often and far to long recently.
Fortunately my presence brought about the seeds of doubt in my angels heart, and she informed me one day of how much she disliked the situation she was in, and how poorly that her fiance treated her. (I may not be the nicest person on earth, and often am called an asshole because of my firm and resolute nature. The mistreatment of a woman, and one you've promised yourself to, is unforgiveable.)
