chapter 2

Her palms moving against his sides following bulge of his lower abdomen upwards and pressing in either side of his empty stomach, her thumbs stroking the underside of his breasts.

"By my ancestors I've wanted to do this, to touch you like this, to feel your exquisite softness as you slowly grew rounder and fatter."

Confused he tried to push her hands away. Never had he been touched like this, it was a startling sensation and extremely arousing, so arousing his arms dropped to his sides and he groaned in pleasure.

Her hands continued their gentle and rather intimate exploration of his body. The wonder in her eyes was evident as she looked up into his face. "I'll tell you, but you should probably get comfortable. This is as much your story as it is mine."

Leading him to his expansive bed she sat down and patted the spot next to her. "I know that your faith has wavered lately and that you have lost your will to live. But listen to me for a minute. If you still want to die, then we can go together. For without you I have no reason to be around. I am what you would call a guardian angel."

He shifted uncomfortably, not quite believing what she was telling him...besides he hadn't been THIS naked and THIS fat alone with a woman, divine or not, in recent memory.

She was spectacular, barely denting the bed as she sat next to him and the warmth she radiated! And there was a tang of ozone in the air he remembered smelling on certain stormy nights.

"I'm not much of a christian," he muttered sourly, then gasped as her touch found one of the ultra sensitive spots on his body only he knew about.

"How did you know about that..." he gasped again as he felt her finger pressed up into his softness.

Her fingers never left him as she leaned into him, the tips leaving tingling trails as they glided over his protruding belly, now pushed out onto his thighs and stretching his polo shirt uncomfortably stiff from his dried drool.

She was clothed radiantly in a white shimmery affair with sparkles of green and gold. Her hair was curly and very blonde and he couldn't quite decide how long it was since it moved around her head as if played with by a gentle breeze.

A smile danced across her lips. "I just walked out of your mirror and you're having a hard time believing me?" She never let her hands leave him.

"I was born a long time ago," she continued, "to a powerful medicine woman. I was seen as a blessing from the Great Spirit because my hair was the color of corn silk, which was unheard of to my people. It wasn't until after my separation from my body that I learned it was because an ancestor laid with a white man who had traveled from the shores of what is now Norway on a personal journey. "He came to our area and never left, raising a family. Since I was the first to have hair of this color, I was trained in the arts of being a Medicine Woman. When I passed into the beyond, my spirit joined the others in the environment, caring for the trees and living creatures. Are you following me so far?"

Distractingly curvy she was, wonderfully full breasted and he couldn't help but notice her nipples were erect pushing through the thin fabric. And as she leaned into him, reaching around his girth he took a quick peek at her shapely back...no wings that he could see.

"So far....keep going." He said with a grunt as she patted the underside of his great soft underbelly, gently sagging between his thighs. "And maybe explain how you know so much about me, how can you can walk through mirrors, why you bothered to save my miserable life and most of all how the hell you know where to touch me where I've only dreamed of being touched."

She gave a quiet laugh, "as you wish". "Now where was I...? Oh yes, spirits."

"When a person dies they become caretakers of the earth, each finding their passion. Some help with the design of flowers, some the leaves on trees. I cared for the animals, the sick and lonely. I loved my work. Then the white man came cutting and burning my forests. But my cries went unheard.

"Spirits cannot be seen without great effort. The animals I cared for either died or left. As the years passed I witnessed the cruelty of man over and over. Years ago I was caring for a stray cat that had been hit by a car. I comforted the poor animal as it lay dying, barely a few months into life. But the car came back..."

He caught his breath, suddenly knowing where this was going. Seeing the light go on in his eyes, she smiled. "Yes, you stepped out of that car with tears in your eyes. I followed you to the vet and I stayed even after that.

"A young man, fresh and on his own that had enough caring to go back for an animal he accidentally hit. Not only did you go back but you saved him. I stayed with you ever since. Watching you and helping when I could. I fell in love with you, something I had never experienced before."

He remembered that damn cat, what a pain it was but what could he do?

Her touch brought him back to the present. "So you're an Indian spirit, and obviously a female. And for saving a darn cat's life you saved mine? Well, ok lady, you're welcome. We're even. Now please leave me alone to finish what I started. I am worthless, fat and stupid so I've been told. I may be more than "well off" but what's the use of money if I'm so miserable all the time."

He stood with a grunt and walked back over to the chandelier where he had looped his rope and. picking up the ends, he retied them and tossed the rope over one of the lower arms of the light fixture high over his head.

The knife appeared out wherever it had disappeared earlier and after slicing through the rope, impaled itself in the wall. "You stubborn jackass of a man! Stop being so pathetic and sit still for ten minutes!" The rage in her face threw him off balance. "Now sit back down on that bed!" He felt his feet fly out from under him as he was thrown onto the bed.

"Now tell me what happened to you.... please...I've seen what you've been through but I don't understand how it has eaten away at your soul like it has?"

Stunned and finding himself back on the bed, he collected his wits, now mindful of her towering rage. She seemed to grow in height and darken, he could almost imagine storm clouds and lighting bolts flickering around her head.

He stammered, red faced and shameful, he knew his soul was bared to her despite his stubbornness ...why lie? Why not tell it like it is.?

"Alright, alright, calm down. I promise I won't try that again. Though if you know me so well as you say, why am I repeating it?"

She tossed her head and motioned him to continue.