I can't sell it

I just can't. This is my trophy. This is a holy relic. It emanates sexual power that I need to hold in my hands to cherish and absorb. I am obsessed with this woman and maybe holding onto this will help me sort out my conflicted feelings. It is just too personal to sell.

"Unless you offer four digits, the angel isn't listening."

{if tom_fired = false}Tom tosses his head back with a pained expression and slouches in his chair. {endif}"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Fine. Okay. A few minutes ago I didn't even know something like that was available. I will just pretend I didn't hear about it. {if tom_fired = false}" Then he sits back up and looks serious again. "{endif}But if the angel finds something like that again, I would like to know about it."

“What if the angel just needs a little help in a devious plan?”

“I’m in.”

{if tom_fired = false}I nod. Then I get his phone number in case of such an eventuality.{endif}