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she lived the majestic incredible experience.
    Steadily, they curved and climbed upwards on an old back logging road.
    California
. Land of the Mayan revival.
    Volcano?
    At your angelic service.
    And how do I know it’s you? Not a telepath mind reader? She toyed with him, yet was also serious.
    The wolves. Our enemies wouldn’t see them.
    Okay. You passed that test. City of
Angels
?
    December 21, 2012
. The scene. The place to be,
Man.
Woodstock
for all generations.
    You’re too young to know about
Woodstock
, or ‘the scene’.
    Mother told me. Took me back for my tenth birth celebration.
    Lucky you. I only saw the movie. Took you back?
    Time ride. Slip in, slip out.
    Liberal mother.
    Only allowed me to experience the music, the innocent fun. Not the free love.
    But you went back, didn’t you?
    Sixteen and curious about human free love. And Jimi Hendrix.
    I bet. Enjoy the mud slides?
    Every angel needs to get his wings dirty sometime.
    You have wings?
    Cherubim wings. Not here.
    If you’re Cherubim—whatever that means exactly—how come—?
    How come free love?
    Dirty wings. Dirty mind?
    I’m carnal. Created to live among physically manifested populations, perform angelic service.
    So you can —
    Make love to you? Yes, Sedona, I can make love to you.
    She couldn’t say what swept over her. Not exactly tingles. Or quivers. Or shivers. But something that made her breath halt for a moment. Made her forget about the running wolves for a moment.
    Why would you want to, if you do?
    Why say ‘if you do’ when you know I do?
    Hard to grasp it.
    No, it’s not.
    An image of him naked, aroused, formed in her mind. And it wasn’t her imagination.
    Dirty wings for sure! Didn’t your mother ever wash your wings out?
    Only with stardust soap.
    You can have your carnal fill of pretend virgins at Mayan Toga and Feathered Serpent Days.
    I protect you. No other woman is stimulating to me.
    Great! I’m the default position.
    Default position? Like a
Kama
Sutra position?
    No , Sedona blushed painfully red, somewhat surprising herself, but then, she’d always had a shy side. Not to mention her erotic side, but that was only by herself. Until, earlier. Goddess! She burned another blush. Rescued by a sexually starved cherub?
    She felt him laughing, his body shaking as she clung to him. Good Goddess, his body felt sexier and sexier.
    Running with the wolves. Holding onto a naughty cherub without his wings, she sang to his mind.
    The next moment shots rang out. Swiftly he maneuvered the cycle to a safe stop, behind several imposing fir trees. Before she could even think. “It’s okay,” he reassured her. “Those were warning shots for us, not against us.”
    “Special cherub intuition?” she cut, but figured it was probably true. Suddenly intensely edgy, she leaned back from him.
    “Always.” He twisted back to her. “You’re too pale.”
    “Probably blood sugar. Us oldies, but goodies are tricky that way . Especially after menopause. At least I am!”
    “Reach inside your side pocket.” He grinned, unfazed by her verbal jabs.
    Sedona felt the bar, brought it out. It was wrapped in lovely red foil. Soon she munched cherry chocolate, having watched the foil vanish first. “You think of everything. Thanks. We waiting for someone?”
    “Yep. Your intuition is on target.” Volcano pulled out his bar.
    “They’ve been put on alert for us, haven’t they?”
    “Not enough warriors to keep the Nazzerazis out. They want to lead us through. Telepathy with the elders earlier, I asked for permission to travel here.”
    “What? Were the Nazzerazis waiting to ambush us?”
    “Headed our way. Drone scouts. Three Hummers.”
    “Where are the shower-invading asteroids when you need them?”
    “
China
, Russian lands,” he seriously spoke.
    “World annihilation halted by asteroid destruction. God has a sense of humor?”
    “The final cosmic joke, humanity.” He grinned .”Inside Seraphim joke.”
    “Ain’t it the