Angel Chapter 5

On Monday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling and with a feeling of well-being. She was still feeling the effects of the great sex that she enjoyed Friday night and Saturday morning, and the plaudits of the people at the Friday dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association. She was also enthusiastic about her job, and wanted to do as good a job as she could at the bank. When she arrived there, a few minutes earlier than usual, the guard recognized her and let her in.

"Good morning, Miss. Jones," he greeted her, his right hand touching his forehead in salute.

"Good morning, Constable McGowan."

The guard was a former police constable, who had retired after 25 years of public service. He was about 50 years old, big and solidly built, and his presence in the bank gave Angel a strong feeling of security. She also liked the man personally, and she knew he was quite attracted to her. He had never said or done anything the least bit flirtatious, but she was aware of the many admiring looks he had sent her way. If it weren't for the fact that he was a coworker, she would have even been sexually attracted to him, because he was exactly the type of man she favored.

That day was quite routine, as were the next three days. Her evenings through Wednesday, were also spent in much the usual way, at the GLBTA, but Lizzie drove her straight home from the meetings each evening. On Thursday night, when Angel disembarked from the bus and walked to the door of her building, the wonderful sexual experiences on the preceding Friday night and Saturday morning had faded to an extremely pleasant memory. There had been nothing since then, and she was starting to become quite horny. Lionel was in the lobby, and Angel wondered whether or not he would want to join her in her flat to alleviate that condition. She approached him with a smile on her face, and he smiled back at her.

"Hello, Angel. I've got some news for you," he greeted his beautiful friend.