• Eternal Realm of Glory Part 1 (2/3)

    From Noahide Videos@21:1/5 to All on Fri Jul 22 02:37:55 2016
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    Melanie looked at the dildo. It was that time of the week again. Lonely, frustrated, and alone. Still no man. She went to the cupboard, grabbed the X Rated video, put it on and started watching. It took about half an hour but slowly the fire down
    below started getting a little hotter and she reached for her pleasure stick. Then, as the scenes heated up, the orgasm gradually approached as she plunged the erotica instrument into her feminine glory. ‘Oh fuck,’ she said to herself, and suddenly
    that familiar feeling exploded through her loins, as she came hard.

    Breathing heavily, starting to calm down, she got up, went to the shower, and cooled down, cleaning herself thoroughly. She came back into her living room, took the video out of the cassette player, and returned it to her cupboard. Suddenly she was
    hungry, and needed some meat. She grabbed her purse and keys, gave the flat one last look, and headed off for the mall.

    * * * * *

    Sitting there, eating some fried chicken, she noticed him pretty quickly. She had been there for about 5 minutes when he showed up at Subway and ordered a roll and a drink. And then he sat down, just at the next table. He looked at her, sipped on his
    drink and said ‘Hi Mel. Hope you are well.’
    ‘Yeh, things are good Daniel.’
    ‘Cool,’ he replied and went back to his meal.

    As she sat there, working through her chips and sipping on a Coke, looking up at the foodcourt television screen, she couldn’t help but notice the gaze upon her. The not so subtle gaze of Daniel’s eyes on her body. ‘What was he imagining,’ she
    thought to herself. ‘Was he picturing me naked?’ She continued eating and finally decided to give him a little glance. She turned towards him and he instantly turned his head to look at her, giving her a faint smile. She smiled back a little, and
    returned to watching the TV screen. And then, suddenly, he stood, took his food to the bin, and left. As she watched him go she wondered if he really did in fact like her, or wether he, in the end, was just a fan watching his idol. Returning to her
    food she continued watching the screen but Daniel was in her head a little and, while she was not really sure if she liked him at all even, his face still lingered a bit.

    * * * * *

    Daniel put on the Geraldine CD, one of his other favourite singers. She was a fiery redhead, who he fancied shockingly. Like Melanie, he thought Geraldine was intensely cute and desired to fuck her as well. Hey, she was a babe and he was a guy – it
    was only doing what any other angel wanted to do in their heart anyway.

    Listening to the CD, happily singing along quietly to himself, he considered the latest chess move in the mail correspondence game he had going on with a friend on the other side of the Realm. It was a brilliant move he had made and Daniel was stumped.
    Things were looking bloody difficult now. It was game number 3,457 in the games between them and he had only want 703 of them with 417 draws and his friend winning the rest. He really was bloody hard, but Daniel was getting there. He’d catch up
    eventually. It was just a matter of time.

    Suddenly feeling hungry he went into the kitchen and grabbed some cold pizza which he had left in the fridge since last night. He also grabbed a pitcher of homemade lemonade and, sitting on the couch, looking at the chess set. As the seventh song on
    the CD ended, and one of his favourites came on, he suddenly found him in a good mood. Finishing off the pizza and lemonade, he gave the chess set one last look, went into the kitchen and put some pizza in a lunchbox and filled a flask with some
    lemonade, grabbed his coat, and left his flat heading off for the nearby park.

    * * * * *

    Bag man was there again. Daniel noticed him, reading through a book as he usually did. Poor old Satan. Hopefully Raphael would give the bastard a break one day. He thought he might go over and have a chat, but remembered that Raphael was pretty
    insistent that Satan learn his lesson, so decided to comply with the party line for the time being and not worry too much. Satan would be fine, in the end. Some lessons had to be learned the hard way, so that was life, wasn’t it.

    He sat down by the pond, opened his lunchbox he had brought with him, and finished off his cold pizza. That finished he started on the lemonade. Looking at the pond, noting the ripples from the gentle breeze which was blowing, he felt content. Things
    were good, at the moment. Really good. The move had been the right thing to do. Sure, Melanie was the main reason he had made the choice to switch locations, but the city he found himself in was really an awesome place to live. It had great services
    and top food. In fact, everything he generally wanted could be found here. And, of course, Melanie herself.

    He didn’t think he really wanted to marry Melanie. Not really. In fact, probably never. Probably never. Marriage was an old sacred cow of the religious maniacs as far as he was concerned. Pledges of loyalty that they never ended up keeping in the
    end anyway convinced him, as far as he was concerned, that there really was little point in trying to stay faithful to a partner in a commitment before God which really, in truth, was just a monument of pride and boasting which the fundamentalists used
    in their legalisms on normal people. And the way they judged them was often with so much pride and hostility, as if they were creatures of perfection. But, no, they weren’t. They were a joke in the end. Hypocritical beasts denying their own true
    natures. People were naturally attracted to other people – as simple as that. And even in a relationship where you really liked the other person a lot, it was a fact as far as he was concerned that you still liked looking at other people and thought
    about them. Why bother denying the truths of existence. Why bother at all.

    He watched the trees blow gently in the breeze, smiling at the ways of the creator. The world of nature – the natural lifestyle. The only way an angel should really behave and flow in harmony with. He remembered an old religion, one he had almost
    accepted. One which taught that its followers were superior to the natural order, as if they were teachers of salvation from a God who supposedly was their own special God and they his special flock. But that was a joke. A fucking joke. They were
    hypocrites, in the end, out of harmony with the way people really were supposed to be in the true creators order. They were servants of a dark lord – one who masqueraded in cloaks of righteousness, but whose evil was plain to see in the mind of a
    repentant heart.

    Getting down on his knees he drank some water from the pond, splashed some on his face, and stood up and stretched himself. The day was passing and he was starting to get tired. He thought on the morrow’s activities and felt, perhaps, seeing as it
    had nearly been a decade, he would finally get around to his new book. The ‘Chronicles’ were still coming out and he had a large realm-wide readership. He was not a well known author though, selling books through his own private website and not
    putting the sales figures on the official charts. He avoided media and tried to keep a low profile. And he had even removed his picture from his rww.heavenspace.heav homepage. Daniel wanted to maintain a low profile with the general public, instead
    preferring to concentrate on genuine fame. Fame in which his fans were genuine fans, not based on any hype from the media, but those who found his website through word of mouth or through a “googolplexianite” search engine web search. In this way
    his entire popularity would be genuine, with no fake hangers on.

    As he walked back to his car, he noticed Bag Man again, reading through one of the books he read. Perhaps he would introduce himself one day. Perhaps – but not for now.

    * * * * *

    Melanie sat in her room, listening to a CD by one of her other favourite female singers. Geraldine, she felt, was a very talented singer – very talented indeed. Her voice, to Melanie, resonated with a beauty which came from an inner soul dedicated to
    a standard of behaviour a little bit more mature than the average angel. Geraldine was, in Melanie’s way of thinking, complex. Quite complex. In fact so bloody complex that Melanie, on some of Geraldine’s earlier albums thought to herself ‘What
    the fuck is this bitch on about.’ You see Geraldine had developed the fine art of sarcasm. Extreme sarcasm. But this was hidden amongst lyrics which were often cryptic and difficult to decipher in their true intent and meaning. She would say one
    thing, and you would think ‘oh, that is what she is on about.’ But, after a deeper listening and a cogitatious philosophical reflection you would learn she was often having a go in the way she subtley praised something. You noticed it in the tone
    of her voice or the choice of words. One song in particular, called ‘Fair Gentleman’, had always made Melanie a little bit suspicious on the choice of the word ‘Fair’. Melanie assumed, perhaps rightly or wrongly, that Geraldine was attempting
    to put the male sex in its place with a response to the long held compliment of masculinity to their counterparts in the language they verily used. Perhaps, one day, she would track down Geraldine and mayhaps do a project together. It would be
    interesting to see the fruit of such an endeavour. It would be most interesting.

    Feeling thirsty she went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of coke from the fridge. She started drinking it and sat down at her PC. It was usually left on and connecting to the realm net, she surfed to her homepage. There she was, looking as
    beautiful as ever – definitely the way she wanted, in her heart, to present herself. Suddenly, out of nowhere really, she decided to type in Daniel’s name. Perhaps he had a homepage on one of the social websites. While she was not really
    interested in him in any romantic way, it might be interesting to see what he was like if he had a profile available. She typed in his first name and surname and the name of the city she knew he had come from. She found a number of entries but about
    half way down the list of 100 entries she found something which looked interesting. It was his name, like the others, but this one claimed it to be of an author of a series of books. She clicked on the link and funnily enough the rww.heavenspace.heav
    website came up. Checking the details section, which matched up with him, but not seeing a photo, she assumed it might be him. She looked at the profile for a few minutes seeing his favourite hobbies, interests and beliefs and decided to click on the
    link to the books. ‘The Chronicles of the Eternal Realm of Glory’. They seemed interesting. Raphael, by the looks of it, was one of the main stars of the series as a number of the stories featured him in the title. But near the end of the list,
    with a note which read ‘New’ was a book which had Satan in the title. She read again and noticed that it had just been added that day. This one she would look at. It could prove most interesting reading material.

    * * * * *

    Currently, regular masturbation was generally the call of duty for Satan’s little soldier. Satan had not scored with Mel, no matter how sweet he had been in the end, and as such had resorted to the standard pornography to alleviate his sexual urges.
    It was a ‘Solo Man’s’ last recourse but, fuckit, such was life.

    * * * * *

    Daniel watched as the garbage truck pulled up, hoisted his wheely bins into the air and dumped the rubbish into the truck, and moved on further down the street. It was Thursday morning and the garbos came without fail.

    Melanie was on his mind. He thought, today. Perhaps today he would be bold enough to go and visit her. Perhaps today. He had waited a fair while and, after all, it had been the reason he had moved in the end.

    Getting into his GYZ4000, Daniel put a CD into the player. It was a band he had just started listening to – ‘Le Ultrafuckables’ – the hottest girl-band he had ever seen. French chicks, with breasts which would make any man die from over-
    orgasming. Fuck, they were hot, and Daniel digged the hell out of them. Of course, so they all claimed, they were 5 of the sweetest virgins in the Realm and would only allow the absolute hottest of all angelicdom come near them for discussions on
    dating. They were the elite of the elite and Daniel fancied the hell out of them. But, in the end, they were simply pleasure-bots. Bodies made to carnal perfection, it would seem, but with an intelligence quotient just a little too low for Daniel.
    And some of their personal mannerisms, while they were quite expert in the French style, betrayed a heart which suffered just a little too much from lack of mercy. They were hot – they were slick – and the music was awesome. But that was all it was.
    Soul seemed to be lacking to a great degree and, perhaps like fast food in some ways, it tasted great but was not necessarily that healthy for you in the end.

    He pulled up in the carpark of Melanie’s apartment block. He looked up at the window to see if he could see her. Suddenly, quite surprisingly, she passed by the window and Daniel got a shock. She was topless. So now he had seen Melanie topless for
    the first time ever and he liked what he saw. Quite a bit.

    He came up to the door, pushed the button and waited. After a few seconds the intercom came on and Melanie’s voice spoke, saying, ‘Yes, who is it.’
    ‘Uh, it’s Daniel. You know, from down the road.’
    There was no reply immediately, but after a few seconds Melanie spoke, saying ‘Yeh, ok. Come on up. Just push the door open when it buzzes. Number 13.’

    After a few moments the buzzer rang and Daniel pushed open the door, climbed the stairs and knocked on number 13. Melanie opened up and a looked at him. ‘Hey Danny Boy.’
    ‘Hey, Mel.’
    ‘So watcha want?’
    ‘Oh, um. You know. Just thought I’d drop around to say hi.’
    ‘Come on in.’
    He came in, looked around the unit, and sat down on the couch Melanie motioned for him to sit at. ‘Can I get you a drink?’
    ‘Uh, sure. Juice if you have some.’
    Melanie went off and returned shortly with a glass full of watermelon juice and ice.’
    ‘What’s this?’ Daniel asked.
    ‘Watermelon juice. I can’t get enough of the stuff.’
    He took a sip. ‘Tastes great,’ he said. ‘Thanks.’
    ‘Your welcome.’
    He sipped on his juice while Melanie sat down on the couch opposite him. She looked at him for a few moments, and finally he looked away, staring up the diamond records up on the wall behind her.
    ’10,000,000 album sales achieved, huh? That’s not bad.’
    ‘Oh, that record has 17 Diamonds now,’ responded Melanie. ‘It has sold pretty much constantly since its release.’
    ’17, huh? Not too bad. What is the record, anyway?’
    ‘You don’t know?’
    ‘I haven’t studied the all time charts for millennia. No idea who is currently on top.’
    ‘Well, Gabriel is currently number one. 42 Diamonds currently, and still going strong.’
    ‘Which album?’ asked Daniel, curiously.
    ‘Intensification’.
    ‘Oh, that one. Not surprising, I suppose.’
    ‘Yeh. But I’ll catch him. I don’t give up, you see. I keep at it.’ ‘Yeh, I know you do. It is why I am such a big fan, you know.’ ‘Really?’ said Melanie, a slight smile on her face.
    ‘Yeh, well, I have this philosophy on life. Life is full of countless numbers of people, but so few really bother to use their talents that well and just live a life in the doldrums, remaining mr and mrs average. I mean, good luck to them, but they
    are kind of boring in the end. Not much spark. Often not a lot to talk about apart from simple family issues or work issues. And after a number of years going through that shit it gets pretty repetitive. I mean who gives a fuck who aunt Sally is
    shagging these day. Sure, its juicy goss, but I have heard it all before.’ Melanie looked at him, slightly concerned at the tone of heavy criticism, but decided to consider his point anyway. ‘Don’t you think you are being a bit judgemental, Danny. I mean, I guess you have a sort of intellectual perspective on things, from
    noting that comment, and I guess I see were you are coming from, but people are just people in the end. So why so much pride?’
    ‘Pride? Are you fucking kidding me? The flock of God are second rate on a good day. And believe me, that is a fucking good day. I mean, they have talent and abilities but their too lazy and they complain too much about God’s holy standards to
    bother getting off their arse and having a go. They suck, Mel. By and large most of them fucking suck.’
    ‘So what. Who gives a fuck?’
    ‘So says the heart of one who has settled for mediocrity. I mean if that is what you are into, then fair enough. But while the stars shine brightly, lass, and the stars do often shine brightly, and I guess you really are one of those, one of those
    mediocre stars, I know were I am heading.’
    ‘And were is that?’ she asked, carefully, not letting the sledge get to her?”
    ‘Well there is only one bloody sun, isn’t there.’
    She looked at him, softened a little, thought on his book she had just read, and considered that. ‘Only one sun, you say? Only one sun?’
    ‘Uh, yeh babe. Yeh. I mean, Yeshie boy worked his ass off and so did that Jacob fellow. But they are small fries in the end, sweetheart. Minor competition.’
    ‘And what gives you such confidence?’
    ‘Well I actually am.’
    Melanie considered that, looked at him carefully, and forewent her criticism. ‘Fine,’ she said, went to the kitchen, returned with another glass of watermelon juice filled with ice, and sat down in front of, legs crossed, waiting for him to speak further.

    Daniel finally continued, after looking at her for a short while. ‘Well, what I am is what I am, and that is they way I was made. So I don’t actually end up bragging about my own abilities. But I have noticed, and this is where I really don’t
    excuse the rest of the flock. I have noticed that so bloody few of them, and with huge amounts of talent available to them, ever really bother applying themselves. Few ever really go to hard enough efforts. And, I do know, they have the talent. They
    re just fucking lazy.’
    She looked at him for a short moment, thought on all her successes and how hard she had applied herself and continued to work at it to achieve her glory, and, despite knowing it might be a hard choice of heart to accept, assented anyway. ‘I suppose he
    is right,’ she thought to herself. ‘I suppose he is right.’

    * * * * *

    Daniel looked up at his bookcase. 100% Daniel. All his books he had in his bookcase were his own creations, all his own works. In the end, so he had concluded, why the fuck would he want to read the amateurs. They were only second rate in the end.
    No spark – no fire – and when they seriously tried to compete they had no fucking idea, full of all sorts of sin and evil. No fucking idea the competition. You see Daniel had a philosophy on his writing. A strong level of holiness and fundamental
    spiritual lessons as his foundation stone. On such a foundation he could push the edges of hetero cool. And hetero cool was were it was at as far as Daniel was concerned. Of course, his characters needed an edge. An erotic, hard core, hetero edge.
    But they needed a strong foundation of spirituality – one which knew exactly where it was and what it was doing. And when they pushed the edge a little too much had the sense of mind to return to the older, safer standards, keeping the faith and
    breathing a little easier. Be daring, go for broke, push boundaries, but in the words of a sensible chick ‘You must be kidding me’, in reference to questions of how far exactly she would push it. See, Daniel was grounded, and laughed at those who
    might slur him. For he saw in them this truth – once they thought there sins were cool, in they would go. But they just wanted the forbidden fruit – that was all they fucking wanted. And Danny Boy, the old Devil, chuckled to himself because of it.

    * * * * *

    Melanie looked in the mirror. Danny boy was on her mind. She had read another of his short stories that morning, one which featured a few of the top angels in the Realm that she was familiar with, and she was surprised by the quality of the
    storytelling. It really was of a high standard. He had made claims to her yesterday – strong claims. And she was thinking to herself, in her criticisms of this angelic fellow, that if his claims really where the truth, then there would have to be,
    at least, a high enough level of intellectualism which addressed such claims. But more than that – really, for Melanie, she needed more than just clever, intellectual and witty storytelling – she expected to see something of the other – some of
    the divine – something ineffable, as it were – something which spoke of only the hand of God at work. And unless she saw such things at work in the writings of Mr Daniel, then she really would lose interest and disdain his brash and bold claims.

    * * * * *

    Daniel went to the cupboard and pulled out one of his porn videos. It was R Rated, as his entire collection of 3 porn videos were, all of them basic ‘Girls’ only vids, as suited his diehard attitude on heterosexuality. He put it in the slot,
    pressed play, and sat down to relax. Sitting there, watching the usual girl go through the usual routine, his mind started wandering. It would be nice, he felt, if Melanie was one of the girls in his video collection. He could satisfy his lustful
    desires built up over many decades of silent observation, gratified in the carnal heat of the solitary man’s pleasure. But, really, didn’t Mel deserve more than that. More than being a ‘video’ girlfriend, an object of affection, an idol desired
    but never met and developed into a real relationship with. And thinking that, suddenly feeling convicted, he stopped the tape, returned it to his cupboard, and went off to think.

    He looked up at the lamplight. It shone brightly in the dark sky. He turned away from the lamp, and walked further up the path, veering off to the left and sat down in a quiet, dark place. He looked up at the sky – the stars radiated their usual
    message of simplicity of a gentle guide to the nocturnal traveller. Daniel thought on the ‘Rainbow Bible’. Genesis 1 – 11:9. His sacred scripture as a human. Pacifism. It taught pacifism – peaceful behaviour towards people. But its
    principles also taught to separate from heretics – those who followed after idols. And such was the Abrahamic faiths of Samaritanism, Karaism, Judaism, Christianity, Catholicism, Islam, Bahai and the others. Also, all the other false belief systems
    such as Atheism, Agnosticism, Deism, Deitheism, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Eckism, Scientology, Any system based on Jesus of Nazareth and all his various titles and names, any system which utilized books which were called holy, scripture or in any
    way admired or respected apart from the ‘Rainbow Bible’ and Daniel’s own ‘Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ and his other works. Basically, everything apart from Daniel was wrong. It was a simple as that. They were all heretics, into
    sin, and set on the pathways of eternal destruction. And such was the way of life. They’re were a few people who seemed to acknowledge principles of truth, but they were usually besotted by idolatry and carnal sin anyway, so they were also on the
    road to death, denying the very truth which was intended to save them.

    * * * * *

    Britney looked at the clock. 12:45. She had just finished lunch. But she was still thirsty. She went into her playroom, grabbed a 1 dollar coin from the glass bowl on her bookcase, and put it into the Coke Machine. Drinking the Coke, she thought on
    Danny Boy’. It seemed he was in the slow process of actually growing up. But, while she didn’t mind being coveted, she thought he was still a very big dork. But some of his books were ok. Not bad for a tryhard.

    She looked at the latest book he had mailed to her. ‘The Erotic Adventures of Santa Claus in the Queendom of the Lust-filled Fairy Princesses.’ It was tempting her, all the time. Perhaps she should read it. Perhaps. Maybe later.

    She finished off the Coke, went to the fridge, grabbed some cold pizza, and another can of coke, sat on the couch, and watched ‘The Breakfast Club’ for probably the 7,000th time.

    * * * * *

    Madonna looked at the X-Rated video Daniel had sent her. ‘The Erotic Adventures of Lucifer Hellfire Armageddon in the land of the Ultrafuckable Amazonian Princesses’. The title, really, was quite arousing. And slipping out of her nightgown, naked
    in front of the LCD screen, she put the DVD into the player, pressed play, and sat on her couch in front of the screen, watching anxiously as the movie got under way. Really, she was in the mood, and this really could be the kind of entertainment she
    had been waiting for. Something to fire up in orgasmic, carnal and slutty ecstasy, the vivacious and bellissamae centre of her feminine glory. And fuck was she turned on.

    * * * * *

    Melanie sat down near the Apple Tree. She looked at her pet snake crawling around the branches, hissing occasionally, and generally seeming quite content. She had named her pet snake ‘Satan’, which she thought was a lovely name to give to a snake.
    She fed her snake mice and rats regularly , and Satan would always hiss at her with pleasant affection. She liked watching ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ with Satan. She always teased him when ‘Slythering was mentioned’, saying ‘
    They’re’ they are dear Satty. Lovely house Slythering. And Satan would watch intently at his heroes such as Malfoy and the other regular crew.

    She stood up, picked an apple, and started eating it. It was delicious, full of fruitiness, and tasted lovely. It was crisp and fresh, and she was very happy eating it. Very happy indeed.

    * * * * *

    Melanie B sat down near her Orange tree. She looked at her pet snake ‘Semyaza’ slithering all around the branches. ‘Semmy, Semmy, Semmy. Oh how I love you, dear Semmy.’ Semmy hissed a ‘Thanksss’ at her, and continued his lovely slithering.
    She reached, picked a fresh orange, peeled it, and ate a piece. The flavour rushed through her mouth, alive with sweet and tangy perfection. They really were awesome oranges.

    She sat there for a few hours that afternoon, having retrieved some orange juice from the fridge, filled with ice, and sitting in the shade of the Orange Tree, watching ‘Semyaza’ happily slither around, she thought to herself ‘Life was good’.
    Eternal life really was good, and thank heaven above that all things were working out. Thank heaven for that.

    * * * * *

    Britney decided to go for a walk. She grabbed her coat and her purse and made her way off to the nearby shopping mall. As she was walking along, past a park, she noticed ‘Bag Man’ doing his usual thing – reading a book. It was, apparently, from
    what she had heard, apart from his miserly work, all that he had going for him. ‘I guess that was life at the bottom’, she thought to herself.

    Getting near the shops she looked up at the Greeny Orange sky. It was late in the day and the sky looked quite beautiful. It was such a haunting change from earth, one she still hadn’t quite gotten used to.

    Getting near the shops she noticed a snack bar and decided to get a drink. She ordered a Caramel Milkshake, a cold one, and sitting there drinking it with a straw, she noticed Mr Radcliffe was out the back of the snack bar, in the kitchen doing some
    cooking. That was quite like Daniel Radcliffe, a very adaptable person who was not full of ego, interested in doing this and that simply to broaden his experiences on life. Britney quietly admired him and thought he had, from her perspective these days,
    in reflection of the kind of virtues he had displayed in his heavenly walk, earned the glory he had received on earth and the fame he had achieved. And, now, he was as popular as ever, willing to do the kind of things which other people were often
    simply to proud to do. Willing to humble himself and serve God, as people with the name of Daniel often in fact did. It was just like the lessons of the book of Daniel, with its fundamental teaching on the pride of ‘Nebuchadnezzar’, and the
    humbling lesson he learnt and taught to others. The Book of Daniel, it seemed, was meant to teach these lessons, and it seemed it was a great honour when the spirit of God chose that name and put that name into the parents mind to give to their child.
    Really, it did seem a great honour indeed.

    She finished off her milkshake and, thinking it tasted so nice, ordered another one. As she sat there, drifting off into space, Mr Radical approached. ‘Hey Brit.’
    ‘Hey DR,’ she responded.
    ‘Watcha doin?’
    ‘Drinkin a milkshake.’
    ‘Yeh, we make the best.’
    ‘So do you like tossing burgers.’
    ‘Oh, its work. You know. I am after the manager’s position. Working my way up the chain.’
    ‘What’s the plan?’
    ‘I’ll go solo one day. I have a name for the store – ‘Fatty Burgers’.
    ‘Fatty Burgers?’
    ‘With as much animal fat as you can handle. Dripping in wholesome goodness.’
    Britney licked her lips. ‘I can’t wait.’
    ‘Oh, and the high grade Coca Cola – you know the one with the Extra Added Sugar – the one which is on Raphael’s blacklist. Man, does it give you a rush. You’re in heaven for hours with the stuff.’
    ‘Cool. Well, Seeya.’

    She continued on to the shops and noticed a video game arcade over to the side. She ventured in, noticed Daniel was over playing Gauntlet 7, his usual favourite game, and Rebecca was sitting in the corner, reading from the ‘Book of Rebecca’ by the
    looks of it, seemingly happy and content. JT was playing pool and noticed her immediately. He walked over. ‘Brit.’
    ‘Hey.’
    ‘Wassup’
    ‘Usual shit.’
    ‘Wanna play?’
    ‘Ok.’

    * * * * *

    Melanie put on another CD. The Spice Girls ‘Lost in Spice’. It was one of their best albums. She looked through the 9 track titles. Track 1 – Hot Spice, Track 2 – Sugar is Sweet, Track 3 – Totally Wicked, Track 4 – Carnal Affections,
    Track 5 – That Boy is Spunkadelic, Track 6 – Divine Fire, Track 7 – Lost in Spice, Track 8 – Callodyel Harmony, Track 9 – Out of Sight.

    She sat there, on the floor, the music playing, drinking watermelon juice, eating a vegeburger which the guy from ‘Hungry Jack’s’ had delivered, in her own little heaven of bliss.

    * * * * *

    Alecia sat on the steps of her house. She looked at the sky. It was green as usual. It was getting hot at the moment, so she walked around the back, stripped down, and dived into her pool. After about half an hour of swimming around she went inside
    and put on a CD. ‘Bon Jovi – New Jersey’. ‘Lay your hands on me’ came on and she disappeared into the heart of ‘Jon’, letting go of some anxiety which had built up, feeling a bit better, feeling a bit more positive about things.

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    Melanie looked at the dildo. It was that time of the week again. Lonely, frustrated, and alone. Still no man. She went to the cupboard, grabbed the X Rated video, put it on and started watching. It took about half an hour but slowly the fire down
    below started getting a little hotter and she reached for her pleasure stick. Then, as the scenes heated up, the orgasm gradually approached as she plunged the erotica instrument into her feminine glory. ‘Oh fuck,’ she said to herself, and suddenly
    that familiar feeling exploded through her loins, as she came hard.

    Breathing heavily, starting to calm down, she got up, went to the shower, and cooled down, cleaning herself thoroughly. She came back into her living room, took the video out of the cassette player, and returned it to her cupboard. Suddenly she was
    hungry, and needed some meat. She grabbed her purse and keys, gave the flat one last look, and headed off for the mall.

    * * * * *

    Sitting there, eating some fried chicken, she noticed him pretty quickly. She had been there for about 5 minutes when he showed up at Subway and ordered a roll and a drink. And then he sat down, just at the next table. He looked at her, sipped on his
    drink and said ‘Hi Mel. Hope you are well.’
    ‘Yeh, things are good Daniel.’
    ‘Cool,’ he replied and went back to his meal.

    As she sat there, working through her chips and sipping on a Coke, looking up at the foodcourt television screen, she couldn’t help but notice the gaze upon her. The not so subtle gaze of Daniel’s eyes on her body. ‘What was he imagining,’ she
    thought to herself. ‘Was he picturing me naked?’ She continued eating and finally decided to give him a little glance. She turned towards him and he instantly turned his head to look at her, giving her a faint smile. She smiled back a little, and
    returned to watching the TV screen. And then, suddenly, he stood, took his food to the bin, and left. As she watched him go she wondered if he really did in fact like her, or wether he, in the end, was just a fan watching his idol. Returning to her
    food she continued watching the screen but Daniel was in her head a little and, while she was not really sure if she liked him at all even, his face still lingered a bit.

    * * * * *

    Daniel put on the Geraldine CD, one of his other favourite singers. She was a fiery redhead, who he fancied shockingly. Like Melanie, he thought Geraldine was intensely cute and desired to fuck her as well. Hey, she was a babe and he was a guy – it
    was only doing what any other angel wanted to do in their heart anyway.

    Listening to the CD, happily singing along quietly to himself, he considered the latest chess move in the mail correspondence game he had going on with a friend on the other side of the Realm. It was a brilliant move he had made and Daniel was stumped.
    Things were looking bloody difficult now. It was game number 3,457 in the games between them and he had only want 703 of them with 417 draws and his friend winning the rest. He really was bloody hard, but Daniel was getting there. He’d catch up
    eventually. It was just a matter of time.

    Suddenly feeling hungry he went into the kitchen and grabbed some cold pizza which he had left in the fridge since last night. He also grabbed a pitcher of homemade lemonade and, sitting on the couch, looking at the chess set. As the seventh song on
    the CD ended, and one of his favourites came on, he suddenly found him in a good mood. Finishing off the pizza and lemonade, he gave the chess set one last look, went into the kitchen and put some pizza in a lunchbox and filled a flask with some
    lemonade, grabbed his coat, and left his flat heading off for the nearby park.

    * * * * *

    Bag man was there again. Daniel noticed him, reading through a book as he usually did. Poor old Satan. Hopefully Raphael would give the bastard a break one day. He thought he might go over and have a chat, but remembered that Raphael was pretty
    insistent that Satan learn his lesson, so decided to comply with the party line for the time being and not worry too much. Satan would be fine, in the end. Some lessons had to be learned the hard way, so that was life, wasn’t it.

    He sat down by the pond, opened his lunchbox he had brought with him, and finished off his cold pizza. That finished he started on the lemonade. Looking at the pond, noting the ripples from the gentle breeze which was blowing, he felt content. Things
    were good, at the moment. Really good. The move had been the right thing to do. Sure, Melanie was the main reason he had made the choice to switch locations, but the city he found himself in was really an awesome place to live. It had great services
    and top food. In fact, everything he generally wanted could be found here. And, of course, Melanie herself.

    He didn’t think he really wanted to marry Melanie. Not really. In fact, probably never. Probably never. Marriage was an old sacred cow of the religious maniacs as far as he was concerned. Pledges of loyalty that they never ended up keeping in the
    end anyway convinced him, as far as he was concerned, that there really was little point in trying to stay faithful to a partner in a commitment before God which really, in truth, was just a monument of pride and boasting which the fundamentalists used
    in their legalisms on normal people. And the way they judged them was often with so much pride and hostility, as if they were creatures of perfection. But, no, they weren’t. They were a joke in the end. Hypocritical beasts denying their own true
    natures. People were naturally attracted to other people – as simple as that. And even in a relationship where you really liked the other person a lot, it was a fact as far as he was concerned that you still liked looking at other people and thought
    about them. Why bother denying the truths of existence. Why bother at all.

    He watched the trees blow gently in the breeze, smiling at the ways of the creator. The world of nature – the natural lifestyle. The only way an angel should really behave and flow in harmony with. He remembered an old religion, one he had almost
    accepted. One which taught that its followers were superior to the natural order, as if they were teachers of salvation from a God who supposedly was their own special God and they his special flock. But that was a joke. A fucking joke. They were
    hypocrites, in the end, out of harmony with the way people really were supposed to be in the true creators order. They were servants of a dark lord – one who masqueraded in cloaks of righteousness, but whose evil was plain to see in the mind of a
    repentant heart.

    Getting down on his knees he drank some water from the pond, splashed some on his face, and stood up and stretched himself. The day was passing and he was starting to get tired. He thought on the morrow’s activities and felt, perhaps, seeing as it
    had nearly been a decade, he would finally get around to his new book. The ‘Chronicles’ were still coming out and he had a large realm-wide readership. He was not a well known author though, selling books through his own private website and not
    putting the sales figures on the official charts. He avoided media and tried to keep a low profile. And he had even removed his picture from his rww.heavenspace.heav homepage. Daniel wanted to maintain a low profile with the general public, instead
    preferring to concentrate on genuine fame. Fame in which his fans were genuine fans, not based on any hype from the media, but those who found his website through word of mouth or through a “googolplexianite” search engine web search. In this way
    his entire popularity would be genuine, with no fake hangers on.

    As he walked back to his car, he noticed Bag Man again, reading through one of the books he read. Perhaps he would introduce himself one day. Perhaps – but not for now.

    * * * * *

    Melanie sat in her room, listening to a CD by one of her other favourite female singers. Geraldine, she felt, was a very talented singer – very talented indeed. Her voice, to Melanie, resonated with a beauty which came from an inner soul dedicated to
    a standard of behaviour a little bit more mature than the average angel. Geraldine was, in Melanie’s way of thinking, complex. Quite complex. In fact so bloody complex that Melanie, on some of Geraldine’s earlier albums thought to herself ‘What
    the fuck is this bitch on about.’ You see Geraldine had developed the fine art of sarcasm. Extreme sarcasm. But this was hidden amongst lyrics which were often cryptic and difficult to decipher in their true intent and meaning. She would say one
    thing, and you would think ‘oh, that is what she is on about.’ But, after a deeper listening and a cogitatious philosophical reflection you would learn she was often having a go in the way she subtley praised something. You noticed it in the tone
    of her voice or the choice of words. One song in particular, called ‘Fair Gentleman’, had always made Melanie a little bit suspicious on the choice of the word ‘Fair’. Melanie assumed, perhaps rightly or wrongly, that Geraldine was attempting
    to put the male sex in its place with a response to the long held compliment of masculinity to their counterparts in the language they verily used. Perhaps, one day, she would track down Geraldine and mayhaps do a project together. It would be
    interesting to see the fruit of such an endeavour. It would be most interesting.

    Feeling thirsty she went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of coke from the fridge. She started drinking it and sat down at her PC. It was usually left on and connecting to the realm net, she surfed to her homepage. There she was, looking as
    beautiful as ever – definitely the way she wanted, in her heart, to present herself. Suddenly, out of nowhere really, she decided to type in Daniel’s name. Perhaps he had a homepage on one of the social websites. While she was not really
    interested in him in any romantic way, it might be interesting to see what he was like if he had a profile available. She typed in his first name and surname and the name of the city she knew he had come from. She found a number of entries but about
    half way down the list of 100 entries she found something which looked interesting. It was his name, like the others, but this one claimed it to be of an author of a series of books. She clicked on the link and funnily enough the rww.heavenspace.heav
    website came up. Checking the details section, which matched up with him, but not seeing a photo, she assumed it might be him. She looked at the profile for a few minutes seeing his favourite hobbies, interests and beliefs and decided to click on the
    link to the books. ‘The Chronicles of the Eternal Realm of Glory’. They seemed interesting. Raphael, by the looks of it, was one of the main stars of the series as a number of the stories featured him in the title. But near the end of the list,
    with a note which read ‘New’ was a book which had Satan in the title. She read again and noticed that it had just been added that day. This one she would look at. It could prove most interesting reading material.

    * * * * *

    Currently, regular masturbation was generally the call of duty for Satan’s little soldier. Satan had not scored with Mel, no matter how sweet he had been in the end, and as such had resorted to the standard pornography to alleviate his sexual urges.
    It was a ‘Solo Man’s’ last recourse but, fuckit, such was life.

    * * * * *

    Daniel watched as the garbage truck pulled up, hoisted his wheely bins into the air and dumped the rubbish into the truck, and moved on further down the street. It was Thursday morning and the garbos came without fail.

    Melanie was on his mind. He thought, today. Perhaps today he would be bold enough to go and visit her. Perhaps today. He had waited a fair while and, after all, it had been the reason he had moved in the end.

    Getting into his GYZ4000, Daniel put a CD into the player. It was a band he had just started listening to – ‘Le Ultrafuckables’ – the hottest girl-band he had ever seen. French chicks, with breasts which would make any man die from over-
    orgasming. Fuck, they were hot, and Daniel digged the hell out of them. Of course, so they all claimed, they were 5 of the sweetest virgins in the Realm and would only allow the absolute hottest of all angelicdom come near them for discussions on
    dating. They were the elite of the elite and Daniel fancied the hell out of them. But, in the end, they were simply pleasure-bots. Bodies made to carnal perfection, it would seem, but with an intelligence quotient just a little too low for Daniel.
    And some of their personal mannerisms, while they were quite expert in the French style, betrayed a heart which suffered just a little too much from lack of mercy. They were hot – they were slick – and the music was awesome. But that was all it was.
    Soul seemed to be lacking to a great degree and, perhaps like fast food in some ways, it tasted great but was not necessarily that healthy for you in the end.

    He pulled up in the carpark of Melanie’s apartment block. He looked up at the window to see if he could see her. Suddenly, quite surprisingly, she passed by the window and Daniel got a shock. She was topless. So now he had seen Melanie topless for
    the first time ever and he liked what he saw. Quite a bit.

    He came up to the door, pushed the button and waited. After a few seconds the intercom came on and Melanie’s voice spoke, saying, ‘Yes, who is it.’
    ‘Uh, it’s Daniel. You know, from down the road.’
    There was no reply immediately, but after a few seconds Melanie spoke, saying ‘Yeh, ok. Come on up. Just push the door open when it buzzes. Number 13.’

    After a few moments the buzzer rang and Daniel pushed open the door, climbed the stairs and knocked on number 13. Melanie opened up and a looked at him. ‘Hey Danny Boy.’
    ‘Hey, Mel.’
    ‘So watcha want?’
    ‘Oh, um. You know. Just thought I’d drop around to say hi.’
    ‘Come on in.’
    He came in, looked around the unit, and sat down on the couch Melanie motioned for him to sit at. ‘Can I get you a drink?’
    ‘Uh, sure. Juice if you have some.’
    Melanie went off and returned shortly with a glass full of watermelon juice and ice.’
    ‘What’s this?’ Daniel asked.
    ‘Watermelon juice. I can’t get enough of the stuff.’
    He took a sip. ‘Tastes great,’ he said. ‘Thanks.’
    ‘Your welcome.’
    He sipped on his juice while Melanie sat down on the couch opposite him. She looked at him for a few moments, and finally he looked away, staring up the diamond records up on the wall behind her.
    ’10,000,000 album sales achieved, huh? That’s not bad.’
    ‘Oh, that record has 17 Diamonds now,’ responded Melanie. ‘It has sold pretty much constantly since its release.’
    ’17, huh? Not too bad. What is the record, anyway?’
    ‘You don’t know?’
    ‘I haven’t studied the all time charts for millennia. No idea who is currently on top.’
    ‘Well, Gabriel is currently number one. 42 Diamonds currently, and still going strong.’
    ‘Which album?’ asked Daniel, curiously.
    ‘Intensification’.
    ‘Oh, that one. Not surprising, I suppose.’
    ‘Yeh. But I’ll catch him. I don’t give up, you see. I keep at it.’ ‘Yeh, I know you do. It is why I am such a big fan, you know.’ ‘Really?’ said Melanie, a slight smile on her face.
    ‘Yeh, well, I have this philosophy on life. Life is full of countless numbers of people, but so few really bother to use their talents that well and just live a life in the doldrums, remaining mr and mrs average. I mean, good luck to them, but they
    are kind of boring in the end. Not much spark. Often not a lot to talk about apart from simple family issues or work issues. And after a number of years going through that shit it gets pretty repetitive. I mean who gives a fuck who aunt Sally is
    shagging these day. Sure, its juicy goss, but I have heard it all before.’ Melanie looked at him, slightly concerned at the tone of heavy criticism, but decided to consider his point anyway. ‘Don’t you think you are being a bit judgemental, Danny. I mean, I guess you have a sort of intellectual perspective on things, from
    noting that comment, and I guess I see were you are coming from, but people are just people in the end. So why so much pride?’
    ‘Pride? Are you fucking kidding me? The flock of God are second rate on a good day. And believe me, that is a fucking good day. I mean, they have talent and abilities but their too lazy and they complain too much about God’s holy standards to
    bother getting off their arse and having a go. They suck, Mel. By and large most of them fucking suck.’
    ‘So what. Who gives a fuck?’
    ‘So says the heart of one who has settled for mediocrity. I mean if that is what you are into, then fair enough. But while the stars shine brightly, lass, and the stars do often shine brightly, and I guess you really are one of those, one of those
    mediocre stars, I know were I am heading.’
    ‘And were is that?’ she asked, carefully, not letting the sledge get to her?”
    ‘Well there is only one bloody sun, isn’t there.’
    She looked at him, softened a little, thought on his book she had just read, and considered that. ‘Only one sun, you say? Only one sun?’
    ‘Uh, yeh babe. Yeh. I mean, Yeshie boy worked his ass off and so did that Jacob fellow. But they are small fries in the end, sweetheart. Minor competition.’
    ‘And what gives you such confidence?’
    ‘Well I actually am.’
    Melanie considered that, looked at him carefully, and forewent her criticism. ‘Fine,’ she said, went to the kitchen, returned with another glass of watermelon juice filled with ice, and sat down in front of, legs crossed, waiting for him to speak further.

    Daniel finally continued, after looking at her for a short while. ‘Well, what I am is what I am, and that is they way I was made. So I don’t actually end up bragging about my own abilities. But I have noticed, and this is where I really don’t
    excuse the rest of the flock. I have noticed that so bloody few of them, and with huge amounts of talent available to them, ever really bother applying themselves. Few ever really go to hard enough efforts. And, I do know, they have the talent. They
    re just fucking lazy.’
    She looked at him for a short moment, thought on all her successes and how hard she had applied herself and continued to work at it to achieve her glory, and, despite knowing it might be a hard choice of heart to accept, assented anyway. ‘I suppose he
    is right,’ she thought to herself. ‘I suppose he is right.’

    * * * * *

    Daniel looked up at his bookcase. 100% Daniel. All his books he had in his bookcase were his own creations, all his own works. In the end, so he had concluded, why the fuck would he want to read the amateurs. They were only second rate in the end.
    No spark – no fire – and when they seriously tried to compete they had no fucking idea, full of all sorts of sin and evil. No fucking idea the competition. You see Daniel had a philosophy on his writing. A strong level of holiness and fundamental
    spiritual lessons as his foundation stone. On such a foundation he could push the edges of hetero cool. And hetero cool was were it was at as far as Daniel was concerned. Of course, his characters needed an edge. An erotic, hard core, hetero edge.
    But they needed a strong foundation of spirituality – one which knew exactly where it was and what it was doing. And when they pushed the edge a little too much had the sense of mind to return to the older, safer standards, keeping the faith and
    breathing a little easier. Be daring, go for broke, push boundaries, but in the words of a sensible chick ‘You must be kidding me’, in reference to questions of how far exactly she would push it. See, Daniel was grounded, and laughed at those who
    might slur him. For he saw in them this truth – once they thought there sins were cool, in they would go. But they just wanted the forbidden fruit – that was all they fucking wanted. And Danny Boy, the old Devil, chuckled to himself because of it.

    * * * * *

    Melanie looked in the mirror. Danny boy was on her mind. She had read another of his short stories that morning, one which featured a few of the top angels in the Realm that she was familiar with, and she was surprised by the quality of the
    storytelling. It really was of a high standard. He had made claims to her yesterday – strong claims. And she was thinking to herself, in her criticisms of this angelic fellow, that if his claims really where the truth, then there would have to be,
    at least, a high enough level of intellectualism which addressed such claims. But more than that – really, for Melanie, she needed more than just clever, intellectual and witty storytelling – she expected to see something of the other – some of
    the divine – something ineffable, as it were – something which spoke of only the hand of God at work. And unless she saw such things at work in the writings of Mr Daniel, then she really would lose interest and disdain his brash and bold claims.

    * * * * *

    Daniel went to the cupboard and pulled out one of his porn videos. It was R Rated, as his entire collection of 3 porn videos were, all of them basic ‘Girls’ only vids, as suited his diehard attitude on heterosexuality. He put it in the slot,
    pressed play, and sat down to relax. Sitting there, watching the usual girl go through the usual routine, his mind started wandering. It would be nice, he felt, if Melanie was one of the girls in his video collection. He could satisfy his lustful
    desires built up over many decades of silent observation, gratified in the carnal heat of the solitary man’s pleasure. But, really, didn’t Mel deserve more than that. More than being a ‘video’ girlfriend, an object of affection, an idol desired
    but never met and developed into a real relationship with. And thinking that, suddenly feeling convicted, he stopped the tape, returned it to his cupboard, and went off to think.

    He looked up at the lamplight. It shone brightly in the dark sky. He turned away from the lamp, and walked further up the path, veering off to the left and sat down in a quiet, dark place. He looked up at the sky – the stars radiated their usual
    message of simplicity of a gentle guide to the nocturnal traveller. Daniel thought on the ‘Rainbow Bible’. Genesis 1 – 11:9. His sacred scripture as a human. Pacifism. It taught pacifism – peaceful behaviour towards people. But its
    principles also taught to separate from heretics – those who followed after idols. And such was the Abrahamic faiths of Samaritanism, Karaism, Judaism, Christianity, Catholicism, Islam, Bahai and the others. Also, all the other false belief systems
    such as Atheism, Agnosticism, Deism, Deitheism, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Eckism, Scientology, Any system based on Jesus of Nazareth and all his various titles and names, any system which utilized books which were called holy, scripture or in any
    way admired or respected apart from the ‘Rainbow Bible’ and Daniel’s own ‘Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ and his other works. Basically, everything apart from Daniel was wrong. It was a simple as that. They were all heretics, into
    sin, and set on the pathways of eternal destruction. And such was the way of life. They’re were a few people who seemed to acknowledge principles of truth, but they were usually besotted by idolatry and carnal sin anyway, so they were also on the
    road to death, denying the very truth which was intended to save them.

    * * * * *

    Britney looked at the clock. 12:45. She had just finished lunch. But she was still thirsty. She went into her playroom, grabbed a 1 dollar coin from the glass bowl on her bookcase, and put it into the Coke Machine. Drinking the Coke, she thought on
    Danny Boy’. It seemed he was in the slow process of actually growing up. But, while she didn’t mind being coveted, she thought he was still a very big dork. But some of his books were ok. Not bad for a tryhard.

    She looked at the latest book he had mailed to her. ‘The Erotic Adventures of Santa Claus in the Queendom of the Lust-filled Fairy Princesses.’ It was tempting her, all the time. Perhaps she should read it. Perhaps. Maybe later.

    She finished off the Coke, went to the fridge, grabbed some cold pizza, and another can of coke, sat on the couch, and watched ‘The Breakfast Club’ for probably the 7,000th time.

    * * * * *

    Madonna looked at the X-Rated video Daniel had sent her. ‘The Erotic Adventures of Lucifer Hellfire Armageddon in the land of the Ultrafuckable Amazonian Princesses’. The title, really, was quite arousing. And slipping out of her nightgown, naked
    in front of the LCD screen, she put the DVD into the player, pressed play, and sat on her couch in front of the screen, watching anxiously as the movie got under way. Really, she was in the mood, and this really could be the kind of entertainment she
    had been waiting for. Something to fire up in orgasmic, carnal and slutty ecstasy, the vivacious and bellissamae centre of her feminine glory. And fuck was she turned on.

    * * * * *

    Melanie sat down near the Apple Tree. She looked at her pet snake crawling around the branches, hissing occasionally, and generally seeming quite content. She had named her pet snake ‘Satan’, which she thought was a lovely name to give to a snake.
    She fed her snake mice and rats regularly , and Satan would always hiss at her with pleasant affection. She liked watching ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ with Satan. She always teased him when ‘Slythering was mentioned’, saying ‘
    They’re’ they are dear Satty. Lovely house Slythering. And Satan would watch intently at his heroes such as Malfoy and the other regular crew.

    She stood up, picked an apple, and started eating it. It was delicious, full of fruitiness, and tasted lovely. It was crisp and fresh, and she was very happy eating it. Very happy indeed.

    * * * * *

    Melanie B sat down near her Orange tree. She looked at her pet snake ‘Semyaza’ slithering all around the branches. ‘Semmy, Semmy, Semmy. Oh how I love you, dear Semmy.’ Semmy hissed a ‘Thanksss’ at her, and continued his lovely slithering.
    She reached, picked a fresh orange, peeled it, and ate a piece. The flavour rushed through her mouth, alive with sweet and tangy perfection. They really were awesome oranges.

    She sat there for a few hours that afternoon, having retrieved some orange juice from the fridge, filled with ice, and sitting in the shade of the Orange Tree, watching ‘Semyaza’ happily slither around, she thought to herself ‘Life was good’.
    Eternal life really was good, and thank heaven above that all things were working out. Thank heaven for that.

    * * * * *

    Britney decided to go for a walk. She grabbed her coat and her purse and made her way off to the nearby shopping mall. As she was walking along, past a park, she noticed ‘Bag Man’ doing his usual thing – reading a book. It was, apparently, from
    what she had heard, apart from his miserly work, all that he had going for him. ‘I guess that was life at the bottom’, she thought to herself.

    Getting near the shops she looked up at the Greeny Orange sky. It was late in the day and the sky looked quite beautiful. It was such a haunting change from earth, one she still hadn’t quite gotten used to.

    Getting near the shops she noticed a snack bar and decided to get a drink. She ordered a Caramel Milkshake, a cold one, and sitting there drinking it with a straw, she noticed Mr Radcliffe was out the back of the snack bar, in the kitchen doing some
    cooking. That was quite like Daniel Radcliffe, a very adaptable person who was not full of ego, interested in doing this and that simply to broaden his experiences on life. Britney quietly admired him and thought he had, from her perspective these days,
    in reflection of the kind of virtues he had displayed in his heavenly walk, earned the glory he had received on earth and the fame he had achieved. And, now, he was as popular as ever, willing to do the kind of things which other people were often
    simply to proud to do. Willing to humble himself and serve God, as people with the name of Daniel often in fact did. It was just like the lessons of the book of Daniel, with its fundamental teaching on the pride of ‘Nebuchadnezzar’, and the
    humbling lesson he learnt and taught to others. The Book of Daniel, it seemed, was meant to teach these lessons, and it seemed it was a great honour when the spirit of God chose that name and put that name into the parents mind to give to their child.
    Really, it did seem a great honour indeed.

    She finished off her milkshake and, thinking it tasted so nice, ordered another one. As she sat there, drifting off into space, Mr Radical approached. ‘Hey Brit.’
    ‘Hey DR,’ she responded.
    ‘Watcha doin?’
    ‘Drinkin a milkshake.’
    ‘Yeh, we make the best.’
    ‘So do you like tossing burgers.’
    ‘Oh, its work. You know. I am after the manager’s position. Working my way up the chain.’
    ‘What’s the plan?’
    ‘I’ll go solo one day. I have a name for the store – ‘Fatty Burgers’.
    ‘Fatty Burgers?’
    ‘With as much animal fat as you can handle. Dripping in wholesome goodness.’
    Britney licked her lips. ‘I can’t wait.’
    ‘Oh, and the high grade Coca Cola – you know the one with the Extra Added Sugar – the one which is on Raphael’s blacklist. Man, does it give you a rush. You’re in heaven for hours with the stuff.’
    ‘Cool. Well, Seeya.’

    She continued on to the shops and noticed a video game arcade over to the side. She ventured in, noticed Daniel was over playing Gauntlet 7, his usual favourite game, and Rebecca was sitting in the corner, reading from the ‘Book of Rebecca’ by the
    looks of it, seemingly happy and content. JT was playing pool and noticed her immediately. He walked over. ‘Brit.’
    ‘Hey.’
    ‘Wassup’
    ‘Usual shit.’
    ‘Wanna play?’
    ‘Ok.’

    * * * * *

    Melanie put on another CD. The Spice Girls ‘Lost in Spice’. It was one of their best albums. She looked through the 9 track titles. Track 1 – Hot Spice, Track 2 – Sugar is Sweet, Track 3 – Totally Wicked, Track 4 – Carnal Affections,
    Track 5 – That Boy is Spunkadelic, Track 6 – Divine Fire, Track 7 – Lost in Spice, Track 8 – Callodyel Harmony, Track 9 – Out of Sight.

    She sat there, on the floor, the music playing, drinking watermelon juice, eating a vegeburger which the guy from ‘Hungry Jack’s’ had delivered, in her own little heaven of bliss.

    * * * * *

    Alecia sat on the steps of her house. She looked at the sky. It was green as usual. It was getting hot at the moment, so she walked around the back, stripped down, and dived into her pool. After about half an hour of swimming around she went inside
    and put on a CD. ‘Bon Jovi – New Jersey’. ‘Lay your hands on me’ came on and she disappeared into the heart of ‘Jon’, letting go of some anxiety which had built up, feeling a bit better, feeling a bit more positive about things.

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