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stroke the dark hair. "I missed you," he whispered.
    "You missed me? He forbade any angel from returning to Earth; why you?" I continued to eat, glancing up at the clock and keeping track of the time.
    "I begged Him to let me come to you, Morningstar-" he began, but I rolled my eyes.
    "Stop calling me that!" I snarled, tossing my half-eaten eggs aside.
    Radueriel looked up at me, sadness in his eyes. "What should I call you?"
    "I go by Lucas here. You can call me that," I said, crossing my arms. "So, you 'begged' Him? And He permitted it?"
    He nodded. "I am here, am I not?"
    "Without wings."
    "Part of the deal."
    "What else was part of the deal?" I asked suspiciously.
    Radueriel smiled then. "I wanted to see you, Lucas. Why can you not be happy to see me?"
    My heart tugged inside and I bent down, placing a slow, tender kiss on those smiling lips. "I am happy to see you. I never thought I would again," I replied softly, combing my fingers through the thick tresses. "It is a dream made real to have you here."
    We stared at one another for a while before I sighed. "I have to go. I have work in an hour."
    "Work?" he asked, his eyes lighting with curiosity.
    "Yes," I chuckled, standing up. "Work. I have to do something to pay the bills. I will be late, so you don't have to wait for me. If you become tired, just go to sleep."
    "Where?" His voice was so soft and meek, as if he were afraid I would tell him he would have to sleep on the floor!
    I smiled. "In my bed, love," I said, pulling on my coat.
    The last thing I saw as I closed the door was Radueriel's content and eager expression, and I knew he would be up, waiting for me, when I came home.

I swayed to the music, gyrating my hips and vulgarly thrust my pelvis forward. My hair was free, blond falling all around me as I twirled and touched myself, my flesh slick with sweat. The tiny g-string barely hid my semi-swollen member, but that was part of the job description. I danced closer to the edge of the runway, allowing various men to slip money under the tight garment. As I dipped down for one particular man, who was tall, dark and broad, I winked. The man slipped a hundred-dollar bill into the band of the skimpy undergarment, and I nodded faintly.
    The music ended and I walked off the stage, pulling on a thin robe and sitting down to remove the makeup from my face. I was one of twelve dancers in this club, but I was what drew the men in. There was something about me, something that drew them to me and made them want to spend their money and their seed in my body. I counted my tips from the night - with the two hundred dollars my regular had slipped me, my total came to eight hundred dollars.
    Not bad. Fifty of it would go to the club - the house fee was a pain in my ass, but it kept the club clean and secure, so I didn't complain about it anymore. I also did not live beyond my means. My apartment may have been small, my furniture used and worn, but my bank account spoke volumes about that thrifty lifestyle. All through history I had been in the sex business. It was an honest business.
    I stuffed the money, minus the fifty for the house, into my pocket and grabbed my coat, heading out to the floor. My brute of a client was waiting, possessively wrapping his arm around my waist as we made our way out of the club, stopping only so I could pay the owner his nightly fee.
    His name was Jon, but aren't they all? Jon drove me to my apartment, chatting inanely about his day and the frustration of being the father of two teenaged kids.
    He liked to bitch.
    I led him up to the apartment, letting us in quietly and scanning the living room for Radueriel. He wasn't there, so I assumed he had gone to bed. It was almost five in the morning, and I was certain he was still very tired from looking for me for so long.
    Jon started to pull me toward the bedroom, but I shook my head. "No. Couch tonight, lover. I have a guest."
    He raised an eyebrow. "A guest?"
    I smiled, tossing my coat onto a chair